I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; so full of valor that they smote the air, for breathing in their faces, beat the ground for kissing of their feet.

There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.

No visor does become black villainy so well as soft and tender flattery.

Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears.

So well thy words become thee as thy wounds.

Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.

Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything.