Let men say we be men of good government, being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal.

I will do anything, Nerissa, ere I'll be married to a sponge.

What should we speak of When we are old as you? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December? how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away?

Why should you think that I should woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears: Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, In their nativity all truth appears. How can these things in me seem scorn to you, Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?

If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.

What's his offense? Groping for trout in a peculiar river.

He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him; if stronger, spare thyself.