I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed!

Oh, injurious love, that respites me a life, whose very comfort is still a dying horror

wert thou as far As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.

O God, I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space – were it not that I have bad dreams.

She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won.

He's loved of the distracted multitude, who like not in their judgement, but their eyes.

Danger knows full well that Caesar is more dangerous than he. We are two lions litter’d in one day, and I the elder and more terrible.