They are fairies; he that speaks to them shall die. I'll wink and couch; no man their works must eye.

There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently

There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.

Therefore was I created with a stubborn outside, with an aspect of iron, that when I come to woo ladies, I fright them. But, in faith, Kate, the elder I wax, the better I shall appear. My comfort is that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face. Thou hast me, if thou hast me, at the worst, and thou shalt wear me, if thou wear me, better and better.

It is not vain glory for a man and his glass to confer in his own chamber.

This most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o-erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire.

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.