Little Helen, farewell;if I can remember thee, I will think of three at court
The complaints I have heard of you I do not all believe;'tis my slowness that I do not, for I know you lack not folly to commit them and have ability enough to make such knaveries yours.
You would answer very well to a whipping
Scurvy, old, filthy, scurry lord
MethinHang, beg, starve, die in the streets
k thou art a general offence, and every man should beat thee. I think thou wast created for men to breathe themselves upon you
You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave
France is a dog hole, and it no more merits the tread of a man's foot
She is too mean to have her name repeated
He's a most notable coward, an infinite and endless liar, an hourly promise breaker, the owner of not one good quality
I spoke with her but once, and found her wondrous cold
For I knew the young Count to be dangerous and lascivious boy, who is a whale to virginity, and devours up all the fry it finds
Drunkenness is his best virtue, for he will be swine drunk, and in his sleep he does little harm, save to his bedclothes about him
He hath out-villiain'd villainy so far that the rarity redeems him
He excels his brother for a coward, yet his brother is reputed one of the best there is. In a retreat he outruns any lackey, marry, in the coming on he has the cramp
Use the carp as you may, for he looks like a poor, decayed, ingenious, foolish, rascally knave
I saw the man today, if man he be
This woman's an easy glove, my lord, she goes off and on at pleasure.
Pray you, stand farther from me
Die a beggar
Experience, manhood, honour, ne'er before did violate so itself
Thou didst drink the stale of horses and the guilded puddle which beasts would cough at
O slave, of no more trust than love that's hir'd
Slave, souless villain, dog ! O rarely base!
In their thick breaths, rank of gross diet, shall be enclouded, and forc'd to drink their vapour
Her benefits are mightily misplaced
What shall I call thee when thou art a man ?
Like the toad, ugly and venomous
Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens
I think he be transformed into a beast; for I can nowhere find him like a man
And in his brain which is as dry as the remainder biscuit after a voyage, he hath strange places
Lets meet as little as we can
I desire that we be better strangers
I was seeking for a fool when I found you
His kisses are Judas's own children
Certainly, there is no truth in him
You lisp and wear strange suits
Men are April when they woo, December when they wedlock
