“Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks.”

“Thus play I in one person many people, And none contented: sometimes am I king; Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar, And so I am: then crushing penury Persuades me I was better when a king; Then am I king'd again: and by and by Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke, And straight am nothing: but whate'er I be, Nor I nor any man that but man is With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased With being nothing.”

“For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.”

“O, if I say, you look upon this verse,When I perhaps compounded am with clay,Do not so much as my poor name rehearse,But let your love even with my life decay;Lest the wise world should look into your moan,And mock you with me after I am gone.”

“My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on by the flesh; and he must needs go that the devil drives.”

“Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner.BENEDICK Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains.BEATRICE I took no more pains for those thanks than you takepains to thank me: if it had been painful, I wouldnot have come.BENEDICK You take pleasure then in the message?BEATRICE Yea, just so much as you may take upon a knife'spoint ... You have no stomach,signior: fare you well.ExitBENEDICK Ha! 'Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner;' there's a double meaning in that...”

“I am not what I am..”