They told me I was everything. 'Tis a lie, I am not ague-proof.

There's nothing in this world can make me joy: Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.

Your date is better in your pie and your porridge than in your cheek.

Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lender's books, and defy the foul fiend.

Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat.

Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently.

I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster