Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words
I hate ingratitude more in a man than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, or any taint of vice whose strong corruption inhabits our frail blood".
thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce.
A great cause of the night is lack of the sun.
Friendly counsel cuts off many foes.
O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!