And ruin`d love when it is built anew, grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater

O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou has no name to be known by, let us call thee devil....O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, pleasance revel and applause, transform ourselves into beasts!

My cousin's a fool, and thou art another.

If her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect to the north star!

For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give.

You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face.

If thou art rich, thou art poor; for, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, thou bearest thy heavy riches but a journey, and death unloads thee.