Who is it that can tell me who I am?
He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!
God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine your hearts into one.
My crown is in my heart, not on my head; not decked with diamonds and Indian stones, nor to be seen: my crown is called content, a crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
This man, lady, hath robb'd many beasts of their particular additions: he is as valiant as a lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant-a man into whom nature hath so crowded humours that his valour is crush'd into folly, his folly sauced with discretion.