One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire.

Here was a Caesar! When comes such another?

I will keep where there is wit stirring, and leave the faction of fools.

Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, meeting the check of such another day.

My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night-- Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about The other four in wondrous motion.

Thou art a very ragged Wart.