How Low Am I, Thou Painted Maypole?

Bounty, Being Free Itself, Thinks All Others So.

Let Me Have Men About Me That Are Fat... Yond Cassius Has A Lean And Hungry Look. He Thinks Too Much: Such Men Are Dangerous.

I Would Fain Die A Dry Death.

For My Grief's So Great That No Supporter But The Huge Firm Earth Can Hold It Up: Here I And Sorrows Sit; Here Is My Throne, Bid Kings Come Bow To It. (constance, From King John, Act Iii, Scene 1)

To Show Our Simple Skill, That Is The True Beginning Of Our End.