For many men that stumble at the threshold are well foretold that danger lurks within.

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife.

Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.

The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.

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