I am not of that feather, to shake off my friend when he must need me

In nature there's no blemish but the mind. None can be called deformed but the unkind.

Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass.

To be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.

I wonder that you will still be talking. Nobody marks you.

Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once.