I would give all of my fame for a pot of ale and safety.

A gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.

Benvolio- "By my head, here come the Capulets." Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not.

And to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour. BEATRICE No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.

What should we speak of When we are old as you? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December? how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away?

I cannot do it without comp[u]ters.

Highly fed and lowly taught.