There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.

What is past is prologue.

More of your conversation would infect my brain.

It comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him.

Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive us all! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from brakes of ice, and answer none: And some condemned for a fault alone.

The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater crack: the round world Should have shook lions into civil streets, And citizens to their dens.

It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;"