O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven! Keep me in temper. I would not be mad.

Alas, how love can trifle with itself!

He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.

There have been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.

Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.

I do not ask you much:I beg cold comfort.