You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face.
Good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well used.
Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast, yet love breaks through and picks them all at last.
'Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.
And he goes through life, his mouth open, and his mind closed.
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.