We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.
If I were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me and breaths that I defied not: and, I am sure, as many as have good beards or good faces or sweet breaths will, for my kind offer, when I make curtsy, bid me farewell.
Tears shall drown the wind.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed...
Out, you tallow-face! You baggage!
To be, or not to be, that is the question.