Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.
How much an ill word may empoison liking!
There's place and means for every man alive.
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear.
My nature is subdued to what it works in, like the dyer's hand.