An honest man is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not. King Henry VI., Part 2d -- V. 1. To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand. Hamlet -- II. 2. HYPOCRISY. Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light. Love's Labor Lost -- IV. 3. One may smile, and smile, and be a villain. Hamlet -- I. 5. INNOCENCE. The trust I have is in mine innocence, And therefore am I bold and resolute. Troilus and Cressida -- IV. 4. INSINUATIONS. The shrug, the hum, or ha; these petty brands, That calumny doth use;-- For calumny will sear Virtue itself:--these shrugs, these bums, and ha's, When you have said, she's goodly, come between, Ere you can say she's honest. Winter's Tale -- II. 1. JEALOUSY. Trifles, light as air, Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ. Othello -- III. 3. O beware of jealousy: It is the green-eyed monster, which does mock The meat it feeds on. Idem. JESTS. A jest's prosperity lies in the ear of him that hears it. Love's Labor Lost -- V. 2. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound. Romeo and Juliet -- II. 2. JUDGMENT. Heaven is above all; there sits a Judge, That no king can corrupt. King Henry VIII, -- III. 1. LIFE. Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. Macbeth -- V. 5. We are such stuff As dreams are made of, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. The Tempest -- IV. 1. LOVE. A murd'rous, guilt shows not itself more soon, Than love that would seem bid: love's night is noon. Twelfth Night -- III. 2. Sweet love, changing his property, Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate. King Richard II. -- III. 2. When love begins to sicken and decay, It useth an enforced ceremony. Julius Caesar -- II. 2. The course of true-love never did run smooth. Midsummer Night's Dream -- I. 1. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind. Idem. She never told her love,-- But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask check: she pined in thought And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? Twelfth Night -- II. 4. But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit. The Merchant of Venice -- II. 6. MAN.