That friend a great man's ruin strongly checks, who rails into his belief all his defects.
Cowardly dogs bark loudest.
That realm is never long in quiet, where the ruler is a soldier.
For the subtlest folly proceeds from the subtlest wisdom.
Do you not weep? Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out. The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens.
I am Duchess of Malfi still.