Though justice be thy plea consider this, that in the course of justice none of us should see salvation.

Discuss unto me: art thou officer, Or art thou base, common, and popular?

He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear: And you all know, security Is mortals' chiefest enemy.

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?

I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.

I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; so full of valor that they smote the air, for breathing in their faces, beat the ground for kissing of their feet.