Tis no sin for a man to labor in his vocation.
You had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground.
When truth kills truth, O devilish holy fray!
O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't!
Friendship's full of dregs.
We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.