Cease thy counsel, for thy words fall into my ears as priceless as water into a seive.

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?

Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your dispositions to be married" It is an honor that I dream not of

I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.

A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent; of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or, by'r Lady, inclining to threescore; and now I remember me, his name is Falstaff.

Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes.

The latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feast, Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest.