Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return to plague the inventor.
My brain more busy than the labouring spider Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies.
Your "if" is the only peacemaker; much virtue in "if.
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.