Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute.

There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.

Educated men are so impressive.

Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent.

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.

Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!

She told her, while she kept it, 'Twould make her amiable and subdue my father Entirely to her love, but if she lost it Or made a gift of it, my father's eye Should hold her loathed and his spirits should hunt After new fancies.