A true repentance shuns the evil itself, more than the external suffering or the shame.
That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once: how the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it were Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first murder! It might be the pate of a politician, which this ass now o'er-reaches; one that would circumvent God, might it not?
I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.
Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.
Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
This sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker, this huge hill of flesh!