There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.
The last taste of sweets is sweetest last.
Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear
Trust not your daughter's minds By what you see them act.
An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not.
I am a man more sinned against than sinning