Gold--what can it not do, and undo?

As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.

I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged.

I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who hath any honesty in him.

Never play with the feelings of others, because you may win the game but the risk is that you will surely lose the person for life time

O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!