"The better part of valour is discretion."

"Golden lads and girls all must, as chimney-sweepers, come to dust."

"What, have I 'scaped love-letters in the holiday-time of my beauty, and am I now a subject for your mouth?"

"What, you egg! Young fry of treachery!"

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet."