The undeserver may sleep when the man of action is called on.

Cease thy counsel, for thy words fall into my ears as priceless as water into a seive.

O polished perturbation! golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night.

Coward dogs most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten runs far before them.

'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O for breath to utter what is like thee! you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile standing-tuck!

Be like you thought our love would last too long, if it were chain'd together

If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage.