Sultan of Simp
Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,
The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
–Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act III, Scene i

Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,
The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
–Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act III, Scene i

Bids’t thou me rage? why, now thou hast thy wish:
Wouldst have me weep? why, now thou hast thy will:
For raging wind blows up incessant showers,
And when the rage allays, the rain begins.
–Henry VI Part 3,
Act I, Scene iv

Now, what a thing it is to be an ass!
–Titus Andronicus,
Act IV, Scene ii

I do care for something; but in my
conscience, sir, I do not care for you:
if that be to care for nothing, sir,
I would it would make you invisible.
-Twelfth Night,
Act III, Scene i
His reasons are as two grains of wheat
hid in two bushels of chaff:
you shall seek all day ere you find them,
and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
–Merchant of Venice,
Act I, Scene i

Go forward and be choked with thy ambition!
-Henry VI Part 1,
Act II, Scene iv

You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate
As reek o’ the rotten fens, whose loves I prize
As the dead carcasses of unburied men
That do corrupt my air.
–Coriolanus,
Act III, Scene iii