Here was a Caesar! When comes such another?

For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?

Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!

Pause awhile, And let my counsel sway you.

Do you see yonder cloud that’s almost in shape of a camel? Polonius: By the mass, and ‘tis like a camel, indeed. Hamlet: Methinks it is like a weasel. Polonius: It is backed like a weasel. Hamlet: Or like a whale? Polonius: Very like a whale.

I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways.

Sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.