For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy

Think you a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard the sea, puffed up with winds, Rage like an angry boar chafed with sweat? Have I not heard great ordinance in the field, And Heaven's artillery thunder in the skies? Have I not in a pitched battle heard Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang? And do you tell me of a woman's tongue, That gives not half so great a blow to hear As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire? Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs. Grumio: For he fears none.

I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good.

We few. We happy few. We band of brothers, for he today That sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother.

Good with out evil is like light with out darkness which in turn is like righteousness whith out hope.

We wound our modesty and make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them.

Thou ominous and fearful owl of death.