Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
But love is blind and lovers cannot see
Virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that amends is but patched with virtue.
At Christmas, I no more desire a rose.
Beware the ides of March.
Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? And the creature run from the cur. There thou mightst behold the great image of authority-a dog's obeyed in office.