Marry, sir, they praise me and make an ass of me. Now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass; so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself, any by my friends I am abused; so that, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why then, the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes.

An overflow of good converts to bad.

A dream itself is but a shadow.

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

The force of his own merit makes his way-a gift that heaven gives for him.

Soft pity enters an iron gate.

Love for thy love , and hand for hand I give.