I had rather be a toad, and live upon the vapor of a dungeon than keep a corner in the thing I love for others uses.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be, for loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.

Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.

And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, millions of mischiefs.

To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on.

What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman.

Who is so firm that can't be seduced?