Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.

GLOUCESTER: I do not know that Englishman alive With whom my soul is any jot at odds, More than the infant that is born to-night: I thank my God for my humility.

For man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.

I'll privily away; I love the people, But do not like to stage me to their eyes; Though it do well, I do not relish well Their loud applause and aves vehement, Nor do I think the man of safe discretion That does not affect it.

The Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind.

He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous.

The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.