A new disease? I know not, new or old, but it may well be called poor mortals plague for, like a pestilence, it doth infect the houses of the brain till not a thought, or motion, in the mind, be free from the black poison of suspect.
The world knows only two, that's Rome and I.
How near to good is what is fair!
My thoughts and I were of another world.
Prevent your day at morning.
Opinion is a light, vain, crude, and imperfect thing.