When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
Fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the bigger.
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
O, let him pass. He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.