Though I be but prince of Wales, yet I am the king of courtesy.
O polished perturbation! golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night.
How use doth breed a habit in a man.
How much more doth beauty beauteous seem by that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily... is wasteful and ridiculous excess
There is a devilish mercy in the judge, if you'll implore it, that will free your life, but fetter you till death.