O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
You cram these words into mine ears against The stomach of my sense.
Such thanks as fits a king's remembrance.
When a gentlemen is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths.
A man can die but once.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.