Up and down, up and down I will lead them up and down I am feared in field in town Goblin, lead them up and down

Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep.

To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.

Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing of her gallèd eyes, She married. O, most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!

Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks.

Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner. BENEDICK Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains. BEATRICE I took no more pains for those thanks than you take pains to thank me: if it had been painful, I would not have come. BENEDICK You take pleasure then in the message? BEATRICE Yea, just so much as you may take upon a knife's point ... You have no stomach, signior: fare you well. Exit BENEDICK Ha! 'Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner;' there's a double meaning in that... (Much Ado About Nothing)

There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.