We Cannot All Be Masters.

Marry, Sir, They Praise Me And Make An Ass Of Me. Now My Foes Tell Me Plainly I Am An Ass; So That By My Foes, Sir, I Profit In The Knowledge Of Myself, Any By My Friends I Am Abused; So That, Conclusions To Be As Kisses, If Your Four Negatives Make Your Two Affirmatives, Why Then, The Worse For My Friends, And The Better For My Foes.

Anger's My Meat. I Sup Upon Myself, And So Shall Starve With Feeding.

Honesty Is Not The Best Policy - Merely The Safest

Hear My Soul Speak. Of The Very Instant That I Saw You, Did My Heart Fly At Your Service

My Cousin's A Fool, And Thou Art Another.