Hereditary sloth instructs me.

I will not trust you, I, Nor longer stay in your curst company. Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray, My legs are longer though, to run away.

I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, To share with me in glory any more: Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.

We must every one be a man of his own fancy.

Fill all thy bones with aches.

Hate pollutes the mind.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.