So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

Wilt thou whip thine own faults in other men?

That truth should be silent I had almost forgot. (Enobarbus)

I will not trust you, I, Nor longer stay in your curst company. Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray, My legs are longer though, to run away.

Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly at your service

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

He that is thy friend indeed, he will help you in your need.