O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.
...too much sadness hath congealed your blood,And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.
Of all base passions, fear is the most accursed.
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea.
Drown thyself? Drown cats and blind puppies.
What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no.