And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence

Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who hath any honesty in him.

Good Lord, for alliance! Thus goes every one to the world but I, and I am sunburnt; I may sit in a corner and cry heigh-ho for a husband!

Oh! it offends me to the soul to hear a robust periwig-pated fellow, tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings.

Is it possible that love should of a sudden take such a hold?

Beware of entrance to a quarrel, but, being in, bear t that th' opposed may beware of thee.

I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.