But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph.

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

We cannot fight for love, as men may do; we shou'd be woo'd, and were not made to woo

Ships are but boards, sailors but men; there be land-rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves, I mean pirates, and thenthere is the peril of waters, winds, and rocks.

Friendship's full of dregs.

Adversity makes strange bedfellows.

It is the very error of the moon; She comes more nearer earth than she was wont, And makes men mad.