Thou art a very ragged Wart.
Gold were as good as twenty orators.
The most peerless piece of earth, I think, that e' er the sun shone bright on.
The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.
Never; he will not: Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety: other women cloy The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies.
I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serve him truly that will put me in trust: to love him that is honest; to converse with him that is wise, and says little; to fear judgment; to fight when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish.