Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves.
We will all laugh at gilded butterflies.
There's her cousin, an she were not possessed with a fury, exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of May doth the last of December.
Men in rage strike those that wish them best.
I have a kind soul that would give you thanks. And knows not how to do it but with tears.
To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons.