Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all!
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief?
[S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.
Love yourself; and in that love not unconsidered leave your honor.
Boldness be my friend.
The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.