“Truly thou art damned, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.”

“Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up. Be that thou know'st thou art and then thou art as great as that thou fear'st.”

“Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk! When that this body did contain a spirit a kingdom for it was to small a bound. But now two paces of the vilest earth are room enough”

“How art thou out of breath when thou hast breathTo say to me that thou art out of breath?”

“Art thou afeardTo be the same in thine own act and valourAs thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have thatWhich thou esteem'st the ornament of life,And live a coward in thine own esteem,Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,'Like the poor cat i' the adage?”

“For where thou art, there is the world itself,With every several pleasure in the world,And where thou art not, desolation.”

“Happy thou art not; for what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get; and what thou hast, forgettest.”