There's rosemary and rue. These keep Seeming and savor all the winter long. Grace and remembrance be to you.

I will be free, even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

I will be treble-sinewed, hearted, breathed, And fight maliciously; for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Of me for jests; but now I'll set my teeth And send to darkness all that stop me.

See where she comes apparelled like the spring.

I would fain die a dry death.

O teach me how I should forget to think (1.1.224)