The fiend gives the more friendly counsel.
Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
You were used to say extremity was the trier of spirits; that common chances common men could bear; that when the sea was calm all boats alike showed mastership in floating.
And, noble signior, If virtue no delighted beauty lack, Your son-in-law is far more fair than black.
There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.
Honesty coupled to beauty is to have honey a sauce to sugar.
My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on by the flesh; and he must needs go that the devil drives.
To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand.
I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed!
Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of our generation you shall find.
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
I come, Graymalkin!