Truly thou art damned, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.

Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death.

My business was great, and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.

If her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect to the north star!

I have touched the highest point of all my greatness.

You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.

The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.