Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes hard.

Too much to know is to know naught but fame.

I will be free, even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.

ROMEO to BALTHASAR But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: The time and my intents are savage-wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.

Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.

I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.

I was a coward on instinct.