What, my dear Lady Disdain! Are you yet living?
More matter with less art.
Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous.
Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?
Out, damned spot! out, I say!
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.