Murder most foul, as in the best it it; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.

Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice Hath often stilled my brawling discontent.

This is the very coinage of your brain: this bodiless creation ecstasy.

Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lender's books, and defy the foul fiend.

Antonio: Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you? Sebastian: By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.

Good Lord, for alliance! Thus goes every one to the world but I, and I am sunburnt; I may sit in a corner and cry heigh-ho for a husband!

He that is proud eats up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle.