Scorn, at first, makes after-love the more.

I have no way and therefore want no eyes I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seen our means secure us, and our mere defects prove our commodities.

We will meet; and there we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously.

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?

As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).

Man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured.

If I for my opinion bleed, opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt, and keep me on the side where still I am.