Upon his royal face there is no note how dread an army hath enrounded him.

Extremity is the trier of spirits.

Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.

I love a ballad but even too well if it be doleful matter merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed and sung lamentably.

O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou has no name to be known by, let us call thee devil....O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, pleasance revel and applause, transform ourselves into beasts!

My soul is in the sky.

There is a tide in the affairs of men