No profit grows where no pleasure is taken.

Out of this nettle - danger - we pluck this flower - safety.

Say she rail; why, I'll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear As morning roses newly wash'd with dew. Say she be mute and will not speak a word; Then I'll commend her volubility, and say she uttereth piercing eloquence.

Conceal me what I am, and be my aid for such disguise as haply shall become the form of my intent.

Hang him, swaggering rascal!

We came into the world like brother and brother, And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

Demand me nothing: what you know, you know.