We must be gentle now we are gentlemen.
I have drunk and seen the spider.
Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.
Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity
Cry "havoc!" and let loose the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks.