Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me, I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me

I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.

Thou art a very ragged Wart.

I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart: but the saying is true 'The empty vessel makes the greatest sound'.

The ides of March are come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; but not gone.

In sooth I know not why I am so sad. It wearies me, you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn.

Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,' Like the poor cat i' the adage?