If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.
Ideas are the very coinage of your brain.
I would give all of my fame for a pot of ale and safety.
Every offense is not a hate at first.
Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who hath any honesty in him.
Aand in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else But that I was a journeyman to grief?