Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed

I despised my arrival on this earth and I despise my departure; it is a tragedy.

If thou remeber'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not lov'd

O father Abram, what these Christians are, Whose own hard dealing teaches them suspect The thoughts of others!

Et tu Brute! (You too, Brutus!)

Some report a sea-maid spawn'd him; some that he was begot between two stock-fishes. But it is certain that when he makes water his urine is congealed ice.