O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.

Sometimes, less is more.

You have witchcraft in your lips

Adversity makes strange bedfellows.

Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor; for 'tis the mind that makes the body rich

If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!

There's nothing situate under heaven's eye But hath his bond in earth, in sea, in sky. The beasts, the fishes, and the winged fowls Are their males' subjects and at their controls. Man, more divine, the master of all these, Lord of the wide world and wild wat'ry seas, Indu'd with intellectual sense and souls, Of more pre-eminence than fish and fowls, Are masters to their females, and their lords; Then let your will attend on their accords.