Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of Our human generation you shall find.

He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.

What the great ones do, the less will prattle of

O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)

The venom clamours of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.

You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate, And bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst; But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate, For dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate, Take this of me, Kate of my consolation; Hearing thy mildness praised in every town, Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded, Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs, Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife.

What's the newest grief? Each minute tunes a new one.