for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.
O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do.
I have drunk and seen the spider.
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
Upon his royal face there is no note how dread an army hath enrounded him.
You wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller.