He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends.
I'll speak in a monstrous little voice.
Better conquest never canst thou make than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts against giddy, loose suggestions.
I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be.
Thou unfit for any place but hell.