Hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig.

He receives comfort like cold porridge.

There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.

I am a true laborer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness, glad of other men's good, content with my harm.

Alas, our frailty is the cause , not we! For, such as we are made of, such we be.

Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." -

Ha. "Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner." There's a double meaning in that. -Benedick (Much Ado)