Weigh the meaning and look not at the words.
The dignity of truth is lost with much protesting.
Great honours are great burdens, but on whom They are cast with envy, he doth bear two loads.
I know no disease of the soul but ignorance, a pernicious evil, the darkener of man's life, the disturber of his reason, and common confounder of truth.
Spread yourself upon his bosom publicly, whose heart you would eat in private.
Indeed there's a woundy luck in names.