Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness.
Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.
It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.
He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.
A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent; of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or, by'r Lady, inclining to threescore; and now I remember me, his name is Falstaff.
It is silliness to live when to live is torment.