The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
I scorn you, scurvy companion.
I am indeed not her fool, but her corrupter of words. (Act III, sc. I, 37-38)
Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.
One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well; another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.
Men must learn now with pity to dispense; For policy sits above conscience.