I would not wish any companion in the world but you.
You shall find there a man who is the abstract of all faults that all men follow.
And whatsomever else shall hap tonight, give it an understanding but no tongue, I will requit your love. So, fare your well. My lord, he hath importuned me with love, in honourable fashion.
None can be called deformed but the unkind.
If I had a thousand sons, the first humane principle I would teach them should be to forswear thin potations and to addict themselves to sack.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.