O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults, looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.

Up and down, up and down I will lead them up and down I am feared in field in town Goblin, lead them up and down

All things that are, are with more spirit chased than enjoyed.

Be not too tame neither, but let your own Discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action.

People’s good deeds we write in water. The evil deeds are etched in brass.

I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.