Ambition, the soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, than gain which darkens him.

You wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller.

My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.

And do as adversaries do in law, strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.

Now my charms are all o'erthrown.

JAQUES: Rosalind is your love's name? ORLANDO: Yes, just. JAQUES: I do not like her name. ORLANDO: There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened.

A very scurvy fellow.