Now is the winter of our discontent.

Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears: But yet It is our trick; nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will: when these are gone, The woman will be out. — Adieu, my lord! I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze, But that this folly drowns it.

Rumor is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures.

Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? ...If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example?

Before, I loved thee as a brother, John, But now, I do respect thee as my soul.

The fool multitude, that choose by show, not learning more than the fond eye doth teach.

Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.