“I'll call for pen and ink and write my mind”

“in black ink my love may still shine bright.”

“Zwounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call me a coward, by the Lord, I'll stab thee.”

“I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book!”

“By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death: I'll ne'er bear a base mind: an 't be my destiny, so; an't be not, so: no man's too good to serve's prince; and let it go which way it will, he that dies this year is quit for the next.”

“Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life.”

“In nature there's no blemish but the mind;None can be called deformed but the unkind:Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evilAre empty trunks, o'erflourished by the devil.”