Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? - Lady Macbeth
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly followed.
I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap
Flout 'em, and scout 'em; and scout 'em, and flout 'em; / Thought is free.
I have no other but a woman's reason: I think him so, because I think him so.
Friendship's full of dregs.