Talk'st thou to me of 'ifs'? Thou art a traitor:
Off with his head!

So wise so young$$$ they say$$$ do never live long.

And thus I clothe my naked villany
With old odd ends stolen out of holy writ;
And seem a saint$$$ when most I play the devil.

Since every Jack became a gentleman
There's many a gentle person made a Jack.

Was ever woman in this humour wooed?
Was ever woman in this humour won?

And therefore$$$ since I cannot prove a lover$$$
To entertain these fair well-spoken days$$$
I am determined to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.

This weak piping time of peace.

Grim-visaged War hath smoothed his wrinkled front.

I think the king is but a man$$$ as I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me.

Is she kind as she is fair?
For beauty lives with kindness.
Love doth to her eyes repair
To help him of his blindness