He is deformed, crooked, old and sere, Ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere; Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind; Stigmatical in making, worse in mind.

for my grief's so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. (Constance, from King John, Act III, scene 1)

Give them great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will eat like wolves and fight like devils.

You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him!

Glendower: I can call the spirits from the vasty deep. Hotspur: Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will they come, when you do call for them?

Be like you thought our love would last too long, if it were chain'd together

Get thee glass eyes, and like a scurvy politician, seem to see the things thou dost not.