I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.

Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.

It hurts not the tongue to give fair words.

Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.

This man, lady, hath robb'd many beasts of their particular additions: he is as valiant as a lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant-a man into whom nature hath so crowded humours that his valour is crush'd into folly, his folly sauced with discretion.

That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimms, and makes it indistinct As water is in water

Then to Silvia let us sing that Silvia is excelling. She excels each mortal thing upon the dull earth dwelling.