When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.

A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.

'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O for breath to utter what is like thee! you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile standing-tuck!

He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends.

Jesters do oft prove prophets.

In time we hate that which we often fear.

Let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them.