My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night-- Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about The other four in wondrous motion.
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Men of few words are the best men." (3.2.41)
Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!
Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.
Drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things . . . nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.