I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; so full of valor that they smote the air, for breathing in their faces, beat the ground for kissing of their feet.

Wolves and bears, they say, casting their savagery aside, have done like offices of pity.

Let every man be master of his time.

Use every man according to his desert and who should 'scape whipping? Use them after your own honor and dignity, the less they deserve ... the more merit in your bounty.

I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.

The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle that's curded by the frost from purest snow.