Adversity makes strange bedfellows.

In such business Action is eloquence, and the eyes of th’ ignorant More learned than the ears.

Have more than thou showest, Speak less than thou knowest, Lend less than thou owest.

I am indeed not her fool, but her corrupter of words. (Act III, sc. I, 37-38)

By innocence I swear, and by my youth, I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, And that no woman has, nor never none Shall mistress be of it save I alone.

They were devils incarnate.

Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.