Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.

Talkers are no good doers.

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?

If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.

I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?

Words to deeds cold breath gives.

Thou weedy elf-skinned canker-blossom!