O, Reason Not The Need!

We Go To Gain A Little Patch Of Ground That Hath In It No Profit But The Name.

I Will Go Wash; And When My Face Is Fair, You Shall Perceive Whether I Blush Or No.

I Have Trod A Measure, I Have Flattered A Lady, I Have Been Politic With My Friend, Smooth With Mine Enemy.

Such Antics Do Not Amount To A Man.

I Am Indeed Not Her Fool, But Her Corrupter Of Words. (act Iii, Sc. I, 37-38)