Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.

They are fairies; he that speaks to them shall die. I'll wink and couch; no man their works must eye.

Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured is that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are in love too.

Pride went before, ambition follows him.

Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou ow'st the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Here's three on's are sophisticated. Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more than such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.

My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient.

I understand a fury in your words But not your words.