Me, poor man, my library Was dukedom large enough.

Let us kill all lawyers

As in a theatre, the eyes of men, after a well-graced actor leaves the stage, are idly bent on him that enters next.

Upon thy cheek I lay this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love.

The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.

Assure thee, if I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it to the last article." --Othello, Act III, Scene iii

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.