Beauty itself doth of itself persuade the eyes of men without an orator.
The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.
Let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them.
To business that we love we rise betime, and go to't with delight.
Love yourself; and in that love not unconsidered leave your honor.
Foul whisp'rings are abroad.