Base men being in love have then a nobility in their natures more than is native to them.

I am a foe to tyrants, and my country's friend.

The jury passing on the prisoner's life may in the sworn twelve have a thief or two guiltier than him they try.

So many horrid Ghosts.

By my soul I swear, there is no power in the tongue of man to alter me.

Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold.

I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.