Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.

And makes me poor indeed.

My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.

I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, To share with me in glory any more: Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.

Good words are better than bad strokes.

Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called thee? BEATRICE Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. BENEDICK O, stay but till then! BEATRICE 'Then' is spoken; fare you well now... (Much Ado About Nothing)

To hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature.