God defend me from that Welsh fairy, Lest he transform me to a piece of cheese!

A good old man, sir. He will be talking. As they say, when the age is in, the wit is out.

Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on his back.

O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

There is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman than report of valor.

This was the noblest Roman of them all. All the conspirators, save only he,Did that they did in envy of Caesar;He only, in a general honest thoughtAnd common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elementsSo mixd in him that Nature might stand upAnd say to all the world, This was a man!

The good I stand on is my truth and honesty.