The flighty purpose never is o'ertook,
Unless the deed go with it.
Act iv. Sc. 3.
What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam,
At one fell swoop?
Act iv. Sc. 3.
I cannot but remember such things were,
That were most precious to me.
Act iv. Sc. 3.
O, I could play the woman with mine eyes,
And braggart with my tongue!
Act v. Sc. 3.
My way of life
Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf;
And that which should accompany old age,
As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have; but, in their stead,
Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honor, breath,
Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not.