Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.

They are fairies; he that speaks to them shall die. I'll wink and couch; no man their works must eye.

Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who hath any honesty in him.

Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks, but I thank you; and sure, dear friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny.

Our wills and fates do so contrary run.

If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.

Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks