There is a devilish mercy in the judge, if you'll implore it, that will free your life, but fetter you till death.

Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling.

O hell! to choose love with another's eye.

The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow We are such stuff as dreams are made of.

He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. He that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.

There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distill it out.

I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch.