No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
This man, lady, hath robb'd many beasts of their particular additions: he is as valiant as a lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant-a man into whom nature hath so crowded humours that his valour is crush'd into folly, his folly sauced with discretion.
Pastime passing excellent, if it he husbanded with modesty.
Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?
Et tu Brute! (You too, Brutus!)