My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on by the flesh; and he must needs go that the devil drives.

Is it possible he should know what he is, and be that he is?

Who knows himself a braggart, let him fear this, for it will come to pass that every braggart shall be found an ass.

I hate ingratitude more in a man
than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
or any taint of vice whose strong corruption
inhabits our frail blood".

So fair and foul a day I have not seen.

Infected minds to their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.