Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear.
Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.
I hold my peace, sir? no; No, I will speak as liberal as the north; Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.
The man that hath no music in himself
Beauty itself doth of itself persuade the eyes of men without an orator.
Through tattered clothes, small vices do appear. Robes and furred gowns hide all.