Slander, whose whisper over the world's diameter, as level as the cannon to its blank, transports its poisoned shot.
We do not keep the outward form of order, where there is deep disorder in the mind.
Tis mad idolatry To make the service greater than the god.
Many a true word hath been spoken in jest.
Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles ere one chaste man.
I do begin to have bloody thoughts.