I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.
Be still prepared for death: and death or life shall thereby be the sweeter.
Out, damned spot! out, I say! One: two: why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky!
In thy youth wast as true a lover, As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow
I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged.
For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.