Good Wine Is A Good Familiar Creature

Friendly Counsel Cuts Off Many Foes.

You Lack The Season Of All Natures, Sleep.

Is This A Dagger Which I See Before Me, The Handle Toward My Hand?

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)

So Will I Turn Her Virtue Into Pitch, And Out Of Her Own Goodness Make The Net That Shall Enmesh Them All.