To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.

Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices, That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.

I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I.

Art made tongue-tied by authority.

Sometimes when we are labeled, when we are branded our brand becomes our calling.

This is his uncle's teaching, this Worcester, Malevolent to you In all aspects, Which makes him prune himself and bristle up The crest of youth against your dignity.

More can I bear than you dare execute.