Why, i' faith, methinks she's too low for a high praise, too brown for a fair praise and too little for a great praise: only this commendation I can afford her, that were she other than she is, she were unhandsome; and being no other but as she is, I do not like her. (Benedick, from Much Ado About Nothing)
William ShakespeareHe uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit.
William ShakespeareThey are fairies; he that speaks to them shall die. I'll wink and couch; no man their works must eye.
William Shakespeare