Why, thou deboshed fish thou...Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?

The worm is not to be trusted.

If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear.

Me, poor man, my library Was dukedom large enough.

My age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.

O the world is but a word; were it all yours to give it in a breath, how quickly were it gone!

I must be gone and live, or stay and die.