You are an alchemist; make gold of that.

This sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker, this huge hill of flesh!

Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands. Curtsied when you have and kissed The wild waves whist, Foot is featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Ariel's song, scene II, Act I

Friendship is constant in all other things, save in the office and affairs of love.

A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon yon simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?

You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.

Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.