Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.

Come, woo me, woo me, for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent.

My master hath been an honorable gentleman; tricks he hath had in him which gentlemen have.

What a fool honesty is.

Profit is a blessing, if it's not stolen.

I’ll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.

What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, But poisoned flattery?