I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with die same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is?

I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.

Tis the times' plague, when madmen lead the blind.

Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death the memory be green.

You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame

Now, good digestion wait on appetite, and health on both!

To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons.