Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?

Greatness, once fallen out with fortune, must fall out with men too.

I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.

I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.

A very ancient and fish-like smell.

Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you, trippingly on the tongue.

Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death.