What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman.

For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.

A nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the very ice of chastity is in them.

You take my life when you do take the means whereby I live

O world, world! thus is the poor agent despised. O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a-work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavor be so loved, and the performance so loathed?

Good counselors lack no clients.