What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fishlike smell; a kind of not of the newest poor-John. A strange fish!

The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.

And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.

No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.

I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.

I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.

This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. Away; go. They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.