Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir.

Though it be honest, it is never good to bring bad news.

And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.

A smile cures the wounding of a frown.

We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.

My love's more richer than my tongue.

I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with die same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is?