Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.

He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him; if stronger, spare thyself.

If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.

They met so near with their lips that their breaths embraced together.

If I were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me and breaths that I defied not

Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones; Who, though they cannot answer my distress, Yet in some sort they are better than the tribunes, For that they will not intercept my tale: When I do weep, they humbly at my feet Receive my tears and seem to weep with me; And, were they but attired in grave weeds, Rome could afford no tribune like to these.

The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea.