My cousin's a fool, and thou art another.

Out, you tallow-face! You baggage!

The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.

To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, gives in your weakness strength unto your foe.

By Heaven, I love thee better than myself

Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping?

Or art thou but / A dagger of the mind, a false creation, / Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?