"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."

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

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

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

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

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

"Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o’er, should undo a man?"

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

"His cares are now all ended."

"And Adam was a gardener."

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

"Can we outrun the heavens?"

"It is great sin, to swear unto a sin; But greater sin, to keep a sinful oath."

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

"So shaken as we are, so wan with care."

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

"Falstaff: My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart! King Henry V: I know thee not, old man: fall to thy prayers; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!"

"In those holy fields, Over whose acres walked those blessed feet, Which, fourteen hundred years ago, were nail’d For our advantage, on the bitter cross."

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

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

"I would to God, thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought."

"Thou hast the most unsavory similes; and art, indeed, the most comparative, rascalliest, sweet young prince."

"And now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked."

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

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

"’T is my vocation, Hal; ’t is no sin for a man to labour in his vocation."

"By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks; So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear Without corrival, all her dignities: But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship!"

"O! the blood more stirs, To rouse a lion, than to start a hare."

"I know a trick worth two of that."

"God save the mark!"

"My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds."

"What fates impose, that men must needs abide; It boots not to resist both wind and tide."

"Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother: And this word—love, which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me; I am myself alone."

"And telling me, the sovereign’st thing on earth Was parmaceti, for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous saltpetre should be digg’d Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy’d So cowardly; and but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier."

"If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged."

"Let me embrace thee, sour adversity; For wise men say it is the wisest course."

"A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench."

"Fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns."

"Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood! My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, Even now forsake me; and, of all my lands, Is nothing left me, but my body's length! Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must."

"Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee thither."

"Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer."

"Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided, 'Twere childish weakness to lament or fear."

"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."

"She bears a duke's revenues on her back, And in her heart she scorns our poverty."

"Main chance."

"Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious Gold."

"Could I come near your beauty with my nails, I’d set my ten commandments in your face."

"God shall be my hope, My stay, my guide, and lantern to my feet."

"How irksome is this music to my heart! When such strings jar, what hope of harmony?"

"I know, I am too mean to be your queen; And yet too good to be your concubine."