I Am Wealthy In My Friends.

You Undergo Too Strict A Paradox, Striving To Make An Ugly Deed Look Fair.

For My Part, If A Lie May Do Thee Grace, I'll Gild It With The Happiest Terms I Have.

Let's Go Hand In Hand, Not One Before Another.

Your Face, My Thane, Is As A Book Where Men May Read Strange Matters. To Beguile The Time, Look Like The Time; Bear Welcome In Your Eye, Your Hand, Your Tongue: Look Like The Innocent Flower, But Be The Serpent Under't.

Hold, Or Cut Bowstrings.