The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.

This was the noblest Roman of them all. All the conspirators, save only he,Did that they did in envy of Caesar;He only, in a general honest thoughtAnd common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elementsSo mixd in him that Nature might stand upAnd say to all the world, This was a man!

I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.

Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!

Obey thy parents, keep thy word justly; swear not; commit not with man's sworn spouse; set not thy sweet heart on proud array. * * * Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy pen from lenders' books.

Omittance is no quittance.