Presume not that I am the thing I was.

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?

When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.

Officers, what offence have these men done? DOGBERRY Marry, sir, they have committed false report; moreover, they have spoken untruths; secondarily, they are slanders; sixth and lastly, they have belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified unjust things; and, to conclude, they are lying knaves.

God grant us patience!

I always thought it was both impious and unnatural that such immanity and bloody strife should reign among professors of one faith.

You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves praised.