Spite
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
–As You Like It,
Act I, Scene iii

Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
–As You Like It,
Act I, Scene iii

I do desire we may be better strangers.
–As You Like It
Act III, Scene ii

Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
–As You Like It,
Act IV, Scene i

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts.
–As You Like It,
Act II, Scene vii

In his brain,
Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit
After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm’d
With observation, the which he vents
In mangled forms.
–As You Like It,
Act II, Scene vii

The fool doth think he is wise,
but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
-As You Like It,
Act V, Scene i

Your gentleness shall force
More than your force move us to gentleness.
–As You Like It,
Act II, Scene vii