The commonwealth of Athens is become a forest of beasts.
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Now I am past all comforts here, but prayer.
You have lost no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser.
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!
All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told.