An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not.

I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.

There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old.

Now my charms are all o'erthrown.

It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.

Some men there are love not a gaping pig, some that are mad if they behold a cat, and others when the bagpipe sings I the nose cannot contain their urine.

And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.