Cursed be he that moves my bones.

Many that are not mad have, sure, more lack of reason.

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

If I be waspish, best beware my sting.

Unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses, and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame-colored taffeta, I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day.

Let none presume To wear an undeserved dignity. O that estates, degrees, and offices Were not derived corruptly, and that clear honour Were purchased by the merit of the wearer!

Tempt not a desperate man