Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day.

I will speak daggers to her, but use none.

Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.

Till all grace be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.

And it is very much lamented,... That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye That you might see your shadow.

He reads much; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.

Take you me for a sponge?