I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.
Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire.
The let-alone lies not in your good will.
When our actions do not, our fears make us traitors.
The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.
Oh, flatter me; for love delights in praises.