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

There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

I and my bosom must debate awhile, and then I would no other company.

My charity is outrage, life my shame; And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage!

Marry, sir, they praise me and make an ass of me. Now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass; so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself, any by my friends I am abused; so that, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why then, the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes.

Let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them.