When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.

She speaks poniards, and every word stabs.

For they are yet ear-kissing arguments.

Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty.

I will do anything, Nerissa, ere I'll be married to a sponge.

Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low.

What is the city but the people?