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.

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.

Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit, Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, The folded meaning of your words' deceit.

A man cannot make him laugh; but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine.... If I had a thousand sons, the first human principle I would teach them should be, to forswear thin potations and to addict themselves to sack.

A smile cures the wounding of a frown.

But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' Stuck in my throat.

To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.