Were It My Cue To Fight, I

Wisely Weigh Our Sorrow With Our Comfort.

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.

That Man That Hath A Tongue, I Say Is No Man, If With His Tongue He Cannot Win A Woman.

'tis Brief, My Lord...as Woman's Love.

But When The Fox Hath Once Got In His Nose, He'll Soon Find Means To Make The Body Follow.