Frailty, thy name is woman
As some ungracious pastors do, show me the steep and thorny way to heaven, whiles, like a puffed and reckless libertine, himself the primrose path of dailliance treads and recks not his own rede.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark
So lust though to a radiant angel linked, will sate itself in a celestial bed and prey on garbage
He is open to incontinency
A foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is man!
What such fellows as I do, crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves all, believe none of us
If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry, be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shall not escape calummy
It out herods Herrod
It offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags.
Live in the rank sweat of an enseamed bed, strewed in corruption, honeying and making love over a nasty sty
My two schoolfellows. Whom I shall trust as I will adders fangs