For I must tell you friendly in your ear,
Sell when you can: you are not for all markets:
Cry the man mercy; love him; take his offer...
-as you like it

think not i love him,
though i ask for him
'tis but a peevish boy--
yet he talks well;
but what care i for words?
yet words do well...
when he that speaks them
pleases those that hear.
it is a pretty youth--
not too pretty
but sure he's proud
and yet his pride becomes him.
he'll make a proper man.
-As You Like It, III.v

"Go, write it in a martial hand. Be curst and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and full of invention. Taunt him with the license of ink." -Twelfth NIght III.i 42-44

"Three or four wenches cried, 'Alas, good soul' and forgave him with all their hearts; but there's no heed to be taken in them; if Caesar had stabbed their mothers, they would have done no less." -Julius Caesar I.ii.271-275

“Go, write it in a martial hand. Be curst and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and full of invention. Taunt him with a license of ink.” –Twelfth Night