Let no such man be trusted.
[S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.
You have too much respect upon the world; They lose it that do buy it with much care
In a false quarrel there is no true valor.
Peopleโs good deeds we write in water. The evil deeds are etched in brass.
I will do anything, Nerissa, ere I'll be married to a sponge.