I had as lief have been myself alone.

So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.

Because it is a customary cross, As die to love as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs, Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's followers.

Can one desire too much of a good thing?

A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon yon simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?

Preferred three hours quicker over one moment late.

O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!