Self-Roast
If thou canst love a fellow of this temper,
whose face is not worth sun-burning,
that never looks in his glass for love of any thing he sees there…
-Henry V,
Act V, Scene ii

If thou canst love a fellow of this temper,
whose face is not worth sun-burning,
that never looks in his glass for love of any thing he sees there…
-Henry V,
Act V, Scene ii

Of what quality was your love, then?
…Like a fair house built on another man’s ground.
-Merry Wives of Windsor,
Act II, Scene ii

And thus I clothe my naked villany
With old odd ends stolen out of holy writ;
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
-Richard III,
Act I, Scene iii

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

Thou whoreson zed, thou unnecessary letter!
–King Lear,
Act II, Scene ii

Marry, his kisses are Judas’s own children.
-As You Like It,
Act III, Scene iv