I stalk about her door, like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for waftage.

O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with passion would I shake the world.

You have witchcraft in your lips, there is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues of the French council; and they should sooner persuade Harry of England than a general petition of monarchs.

And where the offense is, let the great axe fall.

Women are not In their best fortunes strong, but want will perjure the ne'er-touched vestal.

That is not the best sermon which makes the hearers go away talking to one another and praising the speaker, but which makes them go away thoughtful and serious, and hastening to be alone.

You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty!