Mine honour is my life both grow in one take honour from me and my life is done.
Men's eyes were made to look, let them gaze, I will budge for no man's pleasure.
Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.
Lawless are they that make their wills their law.
When she shall die, take her, and cut her in little stars, and she will make the face of heaven so fine, that the world will be in love with night, and pay no worship to the garish sun.
Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.