Spite
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
–As You Like It,
Act I, Scene iii

Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
–As You Like It,
Act I, Scene iii

I do desire we may be better strangers.
–As You Like It
Act III, Scene ii

Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
–As You Like It,
Act IV, Scene i

In his brain,
Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit
After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm’d
With observation, the which he vents
In mangled forms.
–As You Like It,
Act II, Scene vii
Come no more in my sight. I had as lief be woo’d of a snail.
–As You Like It,
Act IV, Scene i

He’s fall’n in love with your foulness,
and she’ll fall in love with my anger.
–As You Like It,
Act III, Scene v

I pray you do not fall in love with me,
For I am falser than vows made in wine;
Besides, I like you not.
–As You Like It,
Act III, Scene v