Send danger from the east unto the west, so honor cross it from the north to south.

Cry "havoc!" and let loose the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.

Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.

My cousin's a fool, and thou art another.

O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults, looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!

Thou hast not half that power to do me harm As I have to be hurt.