And therefore, — since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, — I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.

The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater crack: the round world Should have shook lions into civil streets, And citizens to their dens.

Men should be what they seem.

O powerful love, that in some respects makes a beast a man, in some other, a man a beast.

Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.

I say, without characters, fame lives long.

Boldness be my friend.