"Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch; Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth; Between two blades, which bears the better temper; Between two horses, which doth bear him best; Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye; — I have, perhaps, some shallow spirit of judgment; But in these nice sharp quillets of the law, Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw."

"Ay, beauty's princely majesty is such, Confounds the tongue, and makes the senses rough."

"I owe him little duty and less love."

"Plantagenet: Let him, that is a true-born gentleman, And stands upon the honour of his birth, If he suppose that I have pleaded truth, From off this brier pluck a white rose with me. Somerset: Let him that is no coward, nor no flatterer, But dare maintain the party of the truth, Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me."

"Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!"

"Stay, stay thy hands! thou art an Amazon, And fightest with the sword of Deborah."

"Or who should study to prefer a peace."

"To be a queen in bondage is more vile Than is a slave in base servility, For princes should be free."

"Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyon days."

"Faith, I have been a truant in the law; And never yet could frame my will to it; And, therefore, frame the law unto my will."

"We will bestow you in some better place, Fitter for sickness and for crazy age."

"If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle."

"For my voice, — I have lost it with hollaing, and singing of anthems."

"A good wit will make use of anything; I will turn diseases to commodity."

"A rascally yea-forsooth knave!"

"Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office, and his tongue Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, Remember’d tolling a departing friend."

"Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time."

"Who lin'd himself with hope, Eating the air on promise of supply."

"You cast the event of war, my noble lord, And summ'd the account of chance, before you said "Let us make head." It was your presurmise, That, in the dole of blows, your son might drop: You knew he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge, More likely to fall in than to get o'er; You were advised his flesh was capable Of wounds and scars and that his forward spirit Would lift him where most trade of danger ranged: Yet did you say "Go forth;" and none of this, Though strongly apprehended, could restrain The stiff-borne action: what hath then befallen, Or what hath this bold enterprise brought forth, More than that being which was like to be?"

"I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men."

"Since all is well, keep it so: wake not a sleeping wolf."

"We that are in the vaward of our youth."

"It was always yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common."

"I were better to be eaten to death with a rust, than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion."

"I am your butt, and I abide your shot."

"Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king, In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides."

"Falstaff: What wind blew you hither, Pistol? Pistol: Not the ill wind which blows no man to good."

"Commit The oldest sins the newest kind of ways."

"A foutra for the world, and worldlings base! I speak of Africa, and golden joys."

"We are ready to try our fortunes To the last man."

"Let that suffice, most forcible Feeble."

"Accommodated; that is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated: or when a man is, — being, — whereby, — he may be thought to be accommodated; which is an excellent thing."

"We have heard the chimes at midnight."

"I may justly say, with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome, — "I came, saw, and overcame.""

"A man can die but once; — we owe God a death."

"I do remember him at Clement's-inn, like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when he was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife."

"He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day, for melting charity."

"Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought."

"A joint of mutton, and any pretty little tiny kick-shaws, tell William cook."

"His cares are now all ended."

"From Rumour's tongues They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true wrongs."

"Let Heaven kiss earth! Now let not nature's hand Keep the wild flood confin'd! let order die! And let this world no longer be a stage, To feed contention in a lingering act."

"Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam’s curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him, half his Troy was burn'd."

"Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or die!"