What the great ones do, the less will prattle of
Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear
O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty!, guilty!
What need the bridge much broader than the flood?
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?