Your worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots: your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service, two dishes, but to one table: that's the end.
To vice you to't, that you have touch'd his queen Forbiddenly.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. Your fate awaits you. Accept it in body and spirit. To get used to the life you'll most likely be leading soon, get rid of your low-class trappings.
Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood.
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold. Thou hast no speculation in those eyes (100) Which thou dost glare with!
I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.