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

For he was likely, had he been put on, to have proved most royally.

Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.

I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.

The villany you teach me I shall execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.

Blessed are the peacemakers on earth.