O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.
Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try.
Nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.
We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good; so find we profit By losing of our prayers.
Assume a virtue if you have it not.
His worst fault is, he's given to prayer; he is something peevish that way.