O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena

The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.

Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.

In the modesty of fearful duty, I read as much as from the rattling tongue of saucy and audacious eloquence.

A gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.

He that is proud eats up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle.

Speak comfortable words.