Cin. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead! Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.
Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love. We cannot call her winds and waters sighs and tears; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report: this cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove.
I have great comfort from this fellow. Methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him. His complexion is perfect gallows.
Why, masters, have your instruments been in Naples, that they speak i' the nose thus? FIRST MUSICIAN How, sir, how! CLOWN Are these, I pray you, wind instruments? FIRST MUSICIAN Ay, marry, are they, sir. CLOWN O, thereby hangs a tale. FIRST MUSICIAN Whereby hangs a tale, sir? CLOWN Marry, sir, by many a wind instrument that I know.
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.
Of all matches never was the like.
Sometimes when we are labeled, when we are branded our brand becomes our calling.
Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles.
He kiss'd, –the last of many doubled kisses, –this orient pearl.