What? do I love her, that I desire to hear her speak again, and feast upon her eyes

I hate ingratitude more in a man than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, or any taint of vice whose strong corruption inhabits our frail blood".

Rich honesty dwells like a miser, Sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster.

Wisely, I say, I am a bachelor.

My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night-- Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about The other four in wondrous motion.

They are but beggars that can count their worth.

Out, damned spot! out, I say! One: two: why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky!