Conscience is but a word that cowards use, devised at first to keep the strong in awe

Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart; for, truly, I love none. Beatrice: A dear happiness to women: they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me. -Much Ado About Nothing

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.

This is no time to lend money, especially upon bare friendship without security.

O me, you juggler, you canker-blossom, you thief of love!

This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.

Vice repeated is like the wandering wind, blows dust in others' eyes to spread itself.