Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine.

The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy; his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure.

So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till they sweet life end

I do beseech you- Though I perchance am vicious in my guess , that your wisdom yet From one that so imperfectly conjects Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble Out of his scattering and unsure observance.

Appetite, a universal wolf.

Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.

What valor were it, when a cur doth grin, for one to thrust his hand between his teeth, when he might spurn him with his foot away?