If I shall be condemned Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake, I tell you 'Tis rigor and not law.
Demand me nothing: what you know, you know.
That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quenched them hath given me fire.
Bounty, being free itself, thinks all others so.
He was not so much brain as earwax
Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends.