Highly fed and lowly taught.

I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.

I am not in the giving vein today.

Et tu Brute! (You too, Brutus!)

Tis but a base, ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.

I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.