You have too much respect upon the world; They lose it that do buy it with much care

Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; Take honour from me, and my life is done.

When thou cam'st first, Thou strok'st me and made much of me; wouldst give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night; and then I loved thee And showed thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.

My language! heavens!I am the best of them that speak this speech. Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Thou ominous and fearful owl of death.

God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!

He reads much; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.