The Worm Is Not To Be Trusted.

I Am Indeed Not Her Fool, But Her Corrupter Of Words. (act Iii, Sc. I, 37-38)

I Am As True As Truth's Simplicity, And Simpler Than The Infancy Of Truth.

To Mingle Friendship Far Is Mingling Bloods.

We Must Be Gentle Now We Are Gentlemen.

Tell Them, That, To Ease Them Of Their Griefs, Their Fear Of Hostile Strokes, Their Aches, Losses, Their Pangs Of Love, With Other Incident Throes That Nature's Fragile Vessel Doth Sustain In Life's Uncertain Voyage, I Will Some Kindness Do Them.