What, you egg? [He stabs him.]
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.
Whatever praises itself but in the deed devours the deed in the praise.
When I saw you, I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.
What, man, defy the devil. Consider, he's an enemy to mankind.
What, you egg?
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.
When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.
When your friend lies to you it's not his fault but actually is your's, because you didn't give him proper space to tell the truth.