Thou whoreson, senseless villain!

I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall; I'll slay more gazers than the basalisks; I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, Decieve more slily that Ulysses could, And like a Sinon, take another Troy. I can add colors to the chameleon, Change shapes with Proteus for advantages And set the murderous Machiavel to school. Can I do this, and cannot get a crown? Tut! were it further off, I'll pluck it down.

Good words are better than bad strokes.

I would give all of my fame for a pot of ale and safety.

Alas, their love may be call'd appetite. No motion of the liver, but the palate

I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballet-mongers.

O horror! Horror! Horror! Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee!