Who is it that can tell me who I am?

A friend should bear his friend's infirmities.

Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently.

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. . . .

When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner

No man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns.

For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas