Rich honesty dwells like a miser, Sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster.

That which in mean men we entitle patience is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.

a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief

Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn.

But no perfection is so absolute, That some impurity doth not pollute.

The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.

I thought my heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion.