This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,Was once thought honest.

That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

Be advised; Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself: we may outrun, By violent swiftness, that which we run at, And lose by over-running. Know you not, The fire that mounts the liquor til run o'er, In seeming to augment it wastes it?

I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with die same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is?

Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who hath any honesty in him.

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed.

A light heart lives long.