"I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman."

"If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?"

"The world is grown so bad that wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch."

"You have a February face, so full of frost, of storm and cloudiness."

"How now, thou crusty batch of nature! What's the news?"