The quality of nothing hath not such need to hide itself

I had as lief have been myself alone.

You are not wood, you are not stones, but men.

Thou art a Castilian King urinal!

This is his uncle's teaching, this Worcester, Malevolent to you In all aspects, Which makes him prune himself and bristle up The crest of youth against your dignity.

[Thine] face is not worth sunburning.

If you be King, why should not I succeed?