I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.

Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this; for it will come to pass That every braggart will be found an ass.

O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.

[Marriage is] a world-without-end bargain.

Never; he will not: Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety: other women cloy The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies.

Trust not my reading, nor my observations, Which with experimental seal do warrant The tenor of my book.

Look how the world's poor people are amazed at apparitions, signs and prodigies!