One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.

I cannot speak your england.

Coward dogs most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten runs far before them.

Slander, whose whisper over the world's diameter, as level as the cannon to its blank, transports its poisoned shot.

Nor age so eat up my invention.

How now, wit! Whither wander you?

If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage.