To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd
Educated men are so impressive.
I will do anything, Nerissa, ere I'll be married to a sponge.
The coward dies a thousand deaths, the valiant, only once!
And be these juggling friends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear And break it to our hope.