Falsehood falsehood cures

My father compounded with my mother under the Dragon's tail, and my nativity was under Ursa Major, so that it follows, I am roughand lecherous. Tut, I should have been that I am, had the maidenliest star in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing.

I scorn you, scurvy companion.

I count myself in nothing else so happy as in a soul remembering my good Friends

Tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil.

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

As merry as the day is long.