We go to gain a little patch of ground that hath in it no profit but the name.

I had rather eleven died nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.

A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross.

If ever (as that ever may be near) you meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, then shall you know the wounds invisible that love's keen, arrows make.

I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?

Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal.

A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.