The fittest time to corrupt a man's wife is when she's fallen out with her husband.

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where.

If ever (as that ever may be near) you meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, then shall you know the wounds invisible that love's keen, arrows make.

For 'tis the sport to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar; and't shall go hard But I will delve one yard below their mines And blow them at the moon.

Glory is like a circle in the water

I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip

We see which way the stream of time doth run.