It is certain that either wise bearing or ignorant carriage is caught as men take diseases, one of another.
When love begins to sicken and decay it uses an enforced ceremony.
Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes.
Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles.
If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!
What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fishlike smell; a kind of not of the newest poor-John. A strange fish!