The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part I have saved my life.

But to my mind, though I am native here, And to the manner born, it is a custom, More honored in the breach than the observance.

A Devil, a born Devil on whose nature, nurture can never stick, on whom my pain, humanly taken, all lost, quite lost.

Gold were as good as twenty orators.

Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make curtsy and say 'Father, as it please you.' But yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtsy and say 'Father, as it please me.

He is not worthy of the honey-comb, that shuns the hives because the bees have stings.

But, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds [vows] disgraced them." Viola: "Thy reason, man?" Feste: "Troth [Truthfully], sir, I can yield you none without words, and words are grown so false, I am loathe to prove reason with them.