Out, damned spot! out, I say! One: two: why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky!
When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand.
To be direct and honest is not safe.
Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare, To digg the dust encloased heare! Blest be the man that spares thes stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.
I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people.
Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones that will use the devil himself with courtesy: sayest thou that house is dark?