Words spoken can not be recalled so think twice before you speak.
The earth, that is nature's mother, is her tomb.
He hath disgrac'd me and hind'red me half a million; laugh'd at my losses, mock'd at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated my enemies. And what's his reason? I am a Jew.
To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons.
You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame
thou art the best o' the cut-throats