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

Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.

O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do.

Ingrateful man with liquorish draughts, and morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind that from it all consideration slips.

She's good, being gone.

Brevity is the soul of wit.

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind