The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue!
How now, wit! Whither wander you?
I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind
Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure.
I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.