That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.

And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And asleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me must be heard of, say, I taught thee.

And do as adversaries do in law, strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.

A good wit will make use of anything.

The Dear father Would with his daughter speak, commands her service; Are they inform'd of this?

We bring forth weeds when our quick minds lie still.