Men prize the thing ungained more than it is.

I have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws or ere I'll weep.

We cannot fight for love, as men may do; we shou'd be woo'd, and were not made to woo

This we prescribe, though no physician; Deep malice makes too deep incision; Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed; Our doctors say this is no month to bleed.

Marry, sir, they praise me and make an ass of me. Now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass; so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself, any by my friends I am abused; so that, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why then, the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes.

A good old man, sir. He will be talking. As they say, when the age is in, the wit is out.

I would give all of my fame for a pot of ale and safety.