Nay, do not think I flatter. For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no revenue hast but thy good spirits To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flattered?

Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.

I am not bound to please thee with my answer.

It is my soul that calls upon my name; How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears! -Romeo

There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.

Assure thee, if I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it to the last article." --Othello, Act III, Scene iii

Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.