I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged.

We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly followed.

He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; And she a fair divided excellence, Whose fullness of perfection lies in him.

You have lost no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser.

RUMOUR: "Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.

Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!

Flout 'em, and scout 'em; and scout 'em, and flout 'em; / Thought is free.