Things Base And Vile, Holding

I Will Not Trust You, I, Nor Longer Stay In Your Curst Company. Your Hands Than Mine Are Quicker For A Fray, My Legs Are Longer Though, To Run Away.

Thou And I Are Too Wise To Woo Peaceably.

A Substitute Shines Brightly As A King Until A King Be By, And Then His State Empties Itself, As Dot An Inland Brook Into The Main Of Waters.

A Little More Than Kin, And Less Than Kind.

There's Such Divinity Doth Hedge A King That Treason Can But Peep To What It Would.