My pride fell with my fortunes.

When a gentlemen is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths.

Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people.

'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O for breath to utter what is like thee! you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile standing-tuck!

His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise.

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.

For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.