A table full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish.

I like not fair terms and a villain's mind.

Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I ha' lost my reputation, I ha' lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial!

The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.

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.

I long To hear the story of your life, which must Take the ear strangely.

Be to yourself as you would to your friend.