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.

You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him!

Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

Every man has his fault, and honesty is his.

A very ancient and fish-like smell.

Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge of thine own cause.

Let no such man be trusted.