If your mind dislike anything obey it
Faith, stay here this night; they will surely do us no harm; you saw they speak us fair, give us gold; methinks they are such a gentle nation that, but for the mountain of mad flesh that claims marriage of me, could find in my heart to stay here still and turn witch.
He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.
All dark and comfortless.
We must every one be a man of his own fancy.
To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.