O call not me to justify the wrong, That thy unkindness lays upon my heart, Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue, Use power with power, and slay me not by art.

Time does not have the same appeal for every one

Let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world, And where thou art not, desolation.

Your worm is your only emperor for diet; we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.

There's her cousin, an she were not possessed with a fury, exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of May doth the last of December.

There is no vice so simple but assumes some mark of virtue on his outward parts.