Fool’s Fancy
He that cherishes my flesh and blood
loves my flesh and blood; he that loves my
flesh and blood is my friend:
ergo, he that kisses my wife is my friend.
—All’s Well That Ends Well,
Act I, Scene iii

He that cherishes my flesh and blood
loves my flesh and blood; he that loves my
flesh and blood is my friend:
ergo, he that kisses my wife is my friend.
—All’s Well That Ends Well,
Act I, Scene iii

Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
—Macbeth,
Act III, Scene ii

‘Tis the strumpet’s plague
To beguile many and be beguiled by one:
He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain
From the excess of laughter.
—Othello,
Act IV, Scene i

Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon.
—Timon of Athens,
Act IV, Scene iii

Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery:
nothing else holds fashion.
—Troilus and Cressida,
Act V, Scene ii

Anger’s my meat: I sup upon myself,
And so shall starve with feeding.
—Coriolanus,
Act IV, Scene ii

Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon the horse,
for he is very slow-gaited.
—Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act III, Scene i