Bid the dishonest man mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest.
Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
If love be blind, it best agrees with night
Society is no comfort, to one not sociable.
She told her, while she kept it, 'Twould make her amiable and subdue my father Entirely to her love, but if she lost it Or made a gift of it, my father's eye Should hold her loathed and his spirits should hunt After new fancies.
I like not fair terms and a villain's mind.