Unsatisfactory Strumpet
She burn’d with love, as straw with fire flameth;
She burn’d out love, as soon as straw outburneth…
Was this a lover, or a lecher whether?
Bad in the best, though excellent in neither.
–-The Passionate Pilgrim

She burn’d with love, as straw with fire flameth;
She burn’d out love, as soon as straw outburneth…
Was this a lover, or a lecher whether?
Bad in the best, though excellent in neither.
–-The Passionate Pilgrim

The great ones eat up the
little ones: I can compare our rich misers to
nothing so fitly as to a whale; a’ plays and
tumbles, driving the poor fry before him, and at
last devours them all at a mouthful: such whales
have I heard on o’ the land, who never leave gaping
till they’ve swallowed the whole parish, church,
steeple, bells, and all.
––Pericles,
Act II, Scene 1

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
—Macbeth,
Act V, Scene v

Or else you had looked through
the grate, like a geminy of baboons.
–Merry Wives of Windsor,
Act II, Scene ii

Blush, Blush, thou lump of foul deformity;
For ’tis thy presence that exhales this blood
From cold and empty veins.
–Richard III,
Act I, Scene ii

All gold and silver rather turn to dirt.
–Cymbeline,
Act III Scene vi

I pray you do not fall in love with me,
For I am falser than vows made in wine;
Besides, I like you not.
–As You Like It,
Act III, Scene v