I will not trust you, I, Nor longer stay in your curst company. Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray, My legs are longer though, to run away.

Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.

He's loved of the distracted multitude, who like not in their judgement, but their eyes.

A man can die but once.

Every true man's apparel fits your thief.

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

true apothecary thy drugs art quick