Gold were as good as twenty orators.

Ha. "Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner." There's a double meaning in that. -Benedick (Much Ado)

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.

There is little choice in a barrel of rotten apples.

Polonius: Do you know me, my lord? Hamlet: Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.

And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.

We will have rings and things and fine array