I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.
Thou weedy elf-skinned canker-blossom!
Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter.
What, man, defy the devil. Consider, he's an enemy to mankind.
Send danger from the east unto the west, so honor cross it from the north to south.
He knows what it's like to strut and fret his hour upon the stage and then be heard no more.