All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold.

What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? Beatrice: Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick?

I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.

What though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care.

I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.

...Vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.

There is a time in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.