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

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

"How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown, Within whose circuit is Elysium, And all that poets feign of bliss and joy."

"O, tiger's heart, wrapped in a woman's hide!"

"Women are soft, mild, pitiful and flexible, Thou stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless!"

"And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak."

"To weep, is to make less the depth of grief: Tears, then, for babes; blows, and revenge for me!"

"Didst thou never hear That things ill got had ever bad success? And happy always was it for that son, Whose father fo…"

"O God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve…"

"The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on."