When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.

That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in. and the best of me is diligence.

Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.

The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.

Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing of her gallèd eyes, She married. O, most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!

We go to gain a little patch of ground that hath in it no profit but the name.

Thou weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath.