Virtue is not malicious; wrong done her Is righted even when men grant they err.
An Englishman, being flattered, is a lamb; threatened, a lion.
Fate's such a shrewish thing.
Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies. The gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes.
Pure innovation is more gross than error.
Who to himself is law no law doth need; offends none and is king indeed.