His Words Are Bonds, His Oaths Are

My Affection Hath An Unknown Bottom, Like The Bay Of Portugal.

Why, I' Faith, Methinks She's Too Low For A High Praise, Too Brown For A Fair Praise And Too Little For A Great Praise: Only This Commendation I Can Afford Her, That Were She Other Than She Is, She Were Unhandsome; And Being No Other But As She Is, I Do Not Like Her. (benedick, From Much Ado About Nothing)

For Naught So Vile That On The Earth Doth Live But To The Earth Some Special Good Doth Give.

Were It Good To Set The Exact Wealth Of All Our States All At One Cast? To Set So Rich A Main On The Nice Hazard Of One Doubtful Hour? It Were Not Good.

I Do Desire We May Be Better Strangers.