An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.

He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake, he cannot sleep: Thus of every grief in heart He with thee does bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.

A college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram?

You lack the season of all natures, sleep.

Go, bid the soldiers shoot.

Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return to plague the inventor.

For as a surfeit of the sweetest things The deepest loathing to the stomach brings, Or as tie heresies that men do leave Are hated most of those they did deceive, So thou, my surfeit and my heresy, Of all be hated, but the most of me!