And nature must obey necessity.

Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes.

Nature's tears are reason's merriment.

Who is Silvia What is she, That all our swains commend her Holy, fair, and wise is she.

Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues.

Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?

Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse.