She is a woman, therefore to be won.

The sense of death is most in apprehension.

The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.

This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?

Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.

Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes: Some falls are means the happier to arise

Out, damned spot! Out, I say!