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

I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.

Why, thou owest god a death.

I have almost forgotten the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have cool’d to hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir as life were in’t: I have supt full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, cannot once start me.

Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me, I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me

There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old.

The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.