Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful

So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

Oh! it offends me to the soul to hear a robust periwig-pated fellow, tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings.

Be just, and fear not.

Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor; for 'tis the mind that makes the body rich

Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.

I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book!