Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head?

For now they kill me with a living death.

Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?

RUMOUR: "Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.

One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well; another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.

My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.

Vanity keeps persons in favor with themselves who are out of favor with all others.