Twas never merry world Since lowly feigning was called compliment.

There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.

By God, I cannot flatter, I do defy The tongues of soothers! but a braver place In my heart's love hath no man than yourself. Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.

Adversity makes strange bedfellows.

Virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that amends is but patched with virtue.

It is a good divine that follows his own instructions.

It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.