He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.
Affection is a coal that must be cooled; else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire.
O wretched state! o bosom black as death!
It was always yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common.
Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAMLET Into my grave.
In religion, What damned error but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?