If there be devils, would I were a devil, To live and burn in everlasting fire, So I might have your company in hell, But to torment you with my bitter tongue!

Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?

Beauty within itself should not be wasted.

Now I will believe that there are unicorns.

If I be waspish, best beware my sting.

Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.

Hang those that talk of fear.