I am sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips, let no dog bark.
thou art the best o' the cut-throats
The small amount of foolery wise men have makes a great show.
I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged.
She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them
Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures: ‘tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil