Why, i' faith, methinks she's too low for a high praise, too brown for a fair praise and too little for a great praise: only this commendation I can afford her, that were she other than she is, she were unhandsome; and being no other but as she is, I do not like her. (Benedick, from Much Ado About Nothing)

Can one desire too much of a good thing?

Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.

If you would persuade, you must appeal to interest rather than intellect. We are advertis'd by our loving friends.

So they loved as love in twain Had the essence but in one; Two distinct, divisions none.

Some kinds of baseness are nobly undergone.

O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)