The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. - Romeo

Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?

GLOUCESTER: Yet so much is my poverty of spirit, So mighty and so many my defects, As I had rather hide me from my greatness, Being a bark to brook no mighty sea, Than in my greatness covet to be hid, And in the vapour of my glory smother'd. But God be thanked. . . .

Look how the world's poor people are amazed at apparitions, signs and prodigies!

The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.

I'll have no husband, if you be not he.

What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? Beatrice: Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick?