A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent; of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or, by'r Lady, inclining to threescore; and now I remember me, his name is Falstaff.

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

It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?

The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing, and think it were not night.

Exceeds man's might: that dwells with the gods above.

Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe

A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.