The fool multitude, that choose by show, not learning more than the fond eye doth teach.

Hang those that talk of fear.

They are fairies; he that speaks to them shall die. I'll wink and couch; no man their works must eye.

Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe

Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed King.

Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.

O villains, vipers, dogs, easily won to fawn on any man!