Let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind

Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, And say there is no sin but to be rich; And being rich, my virtue then shall be To say there is no vice but beggary

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

Small things make base men proud.

Fie, fie, how frantically I square my talk!

I will keep where there is wit stirring, and leave the faction of fools.