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

Hasty marriage seldom proveth well.

Did he so often lodge in open field, In winter's cold and summer's parching heat, To conquer France, his true inheritance?

First Witch He knows thy thought: Hear his speech, but say thou nought.

Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, but graciously to know I am no better.

When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.

I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss.