King Henry: Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Antony: O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Fool: For there was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.
Stephano: He that dies pays all debts.
Rosalind: My pride fell with my fortunes.
Balthasar: Good meat, sir, is common; that every churl affords.
Antipholus of Ephesus: And welcome more common, for that’s nothing but words.
Balthasar: Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
York: The sands are number'd that make up my life;
Here must I stay, and here my life must end.
Hamlet: Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveler returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Sir Andrew: Ay, he does well enough if he be disposed, and so do I too.
He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.
Beatrice: No, sure, my lord, my mother cried, but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.