You’re Out
Hang, beg, starve, die in the streets,
For, by my soul, I’ll ne’er acknowledge thee,
Nor what is mine shall never do thee good.
–Romeo and Juliet,
Act III, Scene v

Hang, beg, starve, die in the streets,
For, by my soul, I’ll ne’er acknowledge thee,
Nor what is mine shall never do thee good.
–Romeo and Juliet,
Act III, Scene v
I am not in the giving vein to-day.
-Richard III,
Act IV, Scene ii
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray’s
In deepest consequence.
–Macbeth,
Act I, Scene iii
The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on.
–Henry VI, Part 3,
Act II Scene ii

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
–Sonnet CXXX (130)

The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers…
Nay, that I mean to do. 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?
–Henry VI Part 2,
Act IV, Scene ii

Let me have men about me that are fat,
Sleek-headed men and such as sleep a-nights.
[He] has a lean and hungry look.
He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous.
–Julius Caesar,
Act I, Scene ii