O powerful love,that in some respects makes a beast a man,in some other, a man a beast.

Your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.

All the world's a stage, And all the men and merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts....

"God's bodkin, man, much better: use every man after his desert, and who shall scape whipping? Use them after your own honor and dignity -- the less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty?

What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form, in moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?

Away, slight man!