Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)

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!

My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind; So flew'd, so sanded; their heads are hung with ears that sweep away the morning dew.

When holy and devout religious men are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence; so sweet is zealous contemplation.

This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.

He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf.

I can hardly forbear hurling things at him.