I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo to in festival terms.

There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.

A right judgment draws us a profit from all things we see .

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.

We came into the world like brother and brother, And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream

A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!