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!

Temptation: the fiend at my elbow.

Alas, our frailty is the cause , not we! For, such as we are made of, such we be.

Glory is like a circle in the water, which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, till, by broad spreading, it disperse to naught.

A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent; of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or, by'r Lady, inclining to threescore; and now I remember me, his name is Falstaff.

As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.

And ruin`d love when it is built anew, grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater