To be honest, as this world goes is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.Hamlet Act II, Scene II Lines 178-179

He kills her in her own humor.

Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

Well said, old mole!

Never shake thy gory locks at me.

What, will these hands ne'er be clean?

Never shake thy gory locks at me

През дрипите прозира всеки грях,а мантии и шуби скриват всичко!

Mother, I will look to like. If looking liking moves.