What made me love thee? let that persuade thee, there's something extraordinary in thee

This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long

There's many a man hath more hair than wit.

The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!

O good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion, And having that do choke their service up Even with the having. . . .

An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not.

Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?