A jest's prosperity lies in the ear

Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both!

I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I.

The sense of death is most in apprehension, And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.

You have witchcraft in your lips, there is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues of the French council; and they should sooner persuade Harry of England than a general petition of monarchs.

Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!

Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.