He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.

Hamlet: Lady, shall I lie in your lap? Ophelia: No, my lord. Hamlet: DId you think I meant country matters? Ophelia: I think nothing, my lord. Hamlet: That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. Ophelia: What is, my lord? Hamlet: Nothing.

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!

Scratching could not make it worse, an't were such a face as yours were.

To persist in doing wrong extenuates not the wrong, but makes it much more heavy.

I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.

Here was a Caesar! When comes such another?