Some report a sea-maid spawn'd him; some that he was begot between two stock-fishes. But it is certain that when he makes water his urine is congealed ice.

Thus hath the candle sing'd the moth. O these deliberate fools!

I love thee, I love thee with a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.

Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I ha' lost my reputation, I ha' lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial!

There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee.

Let's all cry peace, freedom, and liberty!

Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts- O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power So to seduce!