And makes me poor indeed

Poor and content is rich, and rich enough

Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks

If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that

In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger: Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit To his full height

Me thinks he doth protest too much

The time of life is short to spend that shortness basely were too long

Of all base passions, fear is the most accursed

What is past is prologue

I am Misanthropos, and hate mankind