I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!
Wilt thou whip thine own faults in other men?
Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!
We came into the world like brother and brother, And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.
Death-counterfeiting sleep.
For 'tis the sport to have the engineerHoist with his own petard.