Every man hence to his idle bed!

Your purpled hands do reek and smoke.

He is given to spots, wildness and much company.

How much, methinks, I could despise this man.

She’s a rank weed and we must root her out.

We would not die in that man’s company.

Eat my leek.

By this leek, I will most horribly revenge.

Let vultures vile seize on his lungs.

Answer, thou dead elm, answer!

Is thy name Mouldy?

You are as fat as butter.

You are a very ragged wart

There’s many a man has more hair than wit.

Dost know this waterfly?

He’s a disease that must be cut away.

Bid them wash their faces and keep their teeth clean.

She will but disease our better mirth.

I count it but time lost to hear such a foolish song.

Thou art not altogether a fool.

Thou disease of a friend.

He leans wonderously to discontent.

If I hope well, I’ll never see thee more.

Mend my company. Take away thyself.

Hold up, you sluts, your aprons mountant.

Were I like you, I’d thow myself away.

Would that thou wert clean enough to spit upon.

There is no leprosy but that which thou speaks.

Not all the whips of heaven are large enough for you.

He takes false shadows for true substances.

This pretty brabble will undo us all.

You recount your sorrows to a stone.

Thou map of woe.

Vengence rot you all!

Thou thing of no bowels, thou!

There’s a stewd phrase indeed.

Oh, fan from me the witless chaff of such a writer.

What strange ruins may we perceive walking here?

The best props are warped!

To marry him is hopeless.
To be his whore is witless.

Give me your hand. I can tell your fortune.

You are a fool.

What a disgrace it is to me to remember your name.

Thy word is but the vain breath of a common man.

He is the very serpent in my way.

I am stifled with this smell of sin.

You are a resolved villain whose bowels suddenly burst out.

Men’s vows are women’s traitors.

The bitterness of it. I now belch from my heart.

His celestial breath was sulphurous to smell.

This body hath a tail more perilous than the head.

He is a very tainted fellow and full of wickedess.

Till I have no wife; I have nothing.

Here comes my clog.

France is a dog-hole.

You would answer very well to a whipping.

If thou be not an ass. I am a youth of fourteen.

Behold. Behold where Madame Mitigation comes.

Such a fellow is not to be talked withal.

That’s somewhat madly spoken.

Do not you love me?

I would kiss before I spoke.

Oh, me. What hast thou done.

Have you forgot me?

You know, Helen, I am a mother to you.

Wilt thou needs be a beggar?

How, now! Where’s your master?

Look you, sir. Here comes your ghostly father.

All’s well. I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters.

Didst thou observe this, Hostilius?

Away boy from the troops and save thyself.

What pleasure, sir, find we in life to lock it from action and adventure?

No blame be to you, sir, for all was lost.

My lord, Sebastian, the truth you speak doth lack some gentleness and time to speak it in. You rub the sore when you should bring the plaster.

This I will tell my master.

Thou hast said well. For some of you there present were worse than devils.

Sweetheart, I was unmannerly to take you out and not to kiss you.

Would you were half so honest. Men’s prayers then would seek you, not their fears.

And how doth my good cousin? Your bedfellow.

O, brave new world that hath such people in it.

Cowards die many times before their deaths.

The valiant never taste of death but once.

It seems to me most strange that men should fear.

When we are born, we cry that we are come
to this great stage of fools.

Mad World! Mad Kings! Mad Composition!!

But are you sure that we are awake? It seems to me
That yet we sleep; we dream.

A plague on thee! Thou art too bad to curse.

I have done the deed. Dids’t thou not hear a noise?

We are such stuff as dreams are made on.

O reason not the need.

Allow nature more than nature needs.

Ripeness is all!

Small time, but in that small greatly lived.

Thought is free.

If it be thus to dream; still let me sleep.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea.

The weight of this glad time we must obey,

Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.

The oldest hath borne most; we that are young
Shall never see so much nor live so long.

Then to the elements. Be Free and fare thee well.

The wheel is come full circle. I am here.

We must take the current when it serves.

You do me wrong to take me out of the grave.

Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound upon a wheel of fire.

This is a strange repose; to be asleep with eyes wide open.

O that my tongue were in the thunder’s mouth.

If you can look into the seeds of time
And say which grain will grow and which will not,
Speak to me.

To whom should I complain? Should I tell this,
who would believe me?

A lover’s eyes will stare an eagle blind.

O God that I were a man. I would eat his heart in the market place.

I am Fortune’s fool.

If the while I think on thee, dear friend, all loses are restored and sorrows end.

God knows when we shall meet again.

Thou art not thyself.

Still my beating mind.

A kingdom for a stage.

My kingdom for a horse.

Wake inconstant moon.