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

Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full sacrifice, He offers in another's enterprise; But more in Troilus thousand-fold I see Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be, Yet hold I off.

Discuss unto me: art thou officer, Or art thou base, common, and popular?

I...Kisss the tender inward of thy hand.

Were I the Moor I would not be Iago. In following him I follow but myself; Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, But seeming so for my peculiar end. For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In compliment extern, ’tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at. I am not what I am

They that stand high have many blasts to shake them.

To gild refined gold, to paint the lily... is wasteful and ridiculous excess