To Show Our Simple Skill, That Is

Call Me What Instrument You Will, Though You Can Fret Me, You Cannot Play Upon Me.

I Can No Other Answer Make, But, Thanks, And Thanks.

Jaques: Rosalind Is Your Love's Name? Orlando: Yes, Just. Jaques: I Do Not Like Her Name. Orlando: There Was No Thought Of Pleasing You When She Was Christened.

Bid The Dishonest Man Mend Himself; If He Mend, He Is No Longer Dishonest.

How Now, Wit! Whither Wander You?