"Away, you starvelling, you elf-skin, you dried neat's-tongue, bull's-pizzle, you stock-fish!"

"I see you are a cunning man, but what of that?"

"How now, thou crusty batch of nature! What's the news?"

"This above all: to thine own self be true."

"The world is grown so bad that wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch."