Tis a happy thing To be the father unto many sons.
By my soul I swear, there is no power in the tongue of man to alter me.
You had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground.
So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till they sweet life end
I would give all of my fame for a pot of ale and safety.
Do not cast away an honest man for a villain's accusation.