And thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stol'n out of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.

God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.

O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.

There is little choice in a barrel of rotten apples.

You have witchcraft in your lips

Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the tailor make thy garments of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is opal.

Officers, what offence have these men done? DOGBERRY Marry, sir, they have committed false report; moreover, they have spoken untruths; secondarily, they are slanders; sixth and lastly, they have belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified unjust things; and, to conclude, they are lying knaves.