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Marry, Sir, They Praise Me And Make An Ass Of Me. Now My Foes Tell Me Plainly I Am An Ass; So That By My Foes, Sir, I Profit In The Knowledge Of Myself, Any By My Friends I Am Abused; So That, Conclusions To Be As Kisses, If Your Four Negatives Make Your Two Affirmatives, Why Then, The Worse For My Friends, And The Better For My Foes.

Methinks Sometimes I Have No More Wit Than A Christian.

Do Not For One Repulse, Forego The Purpose That You Resolved To Effect.

The Web Of Our Life Is Of A Mingled Yarn, Good And Ill Together.

Wise Men Never Sit And Wail Their Loss, But Cheerily Seek How To Redress Their Harms.