If your mind dislike anything obey it

Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?

But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear

Truth is truth to the end of reckoning.

That in the captains but a choleric word Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people.