There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind
The devil shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs--he will give the devil his due.
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.
A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; His dew falls everywhere.
You cannot make gross sins look clear: To revenge is no valour, but to bear.
Where souls do couch on flowers we'll hand in hand.