In thy foul throat thou liest.

I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.

Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in, Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man.

My language! heavens!I am the best of them that speak this speech. Were I but where 'tis spoken.

And to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour. BEATRICE No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.

God send everyone their heart's desire!

A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.