It is said, “Many a man knows no end of his goods.” Right: many a man has good horns and knows no end of them. (III.iii.39–40)
If you will see a pageant truly played Between the pale complexion of true love And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain, Go hence a little, and I shall conduct you, If you will mark it. (III.iv.49–50)
I pray you, do not fall in love with me, For I am falser than vows made in wine. (III.v.83)