In law, what plea so tainted and corrupts, but being seasoned with a gracious voice obscures the show of evil.

Thou hast the most unsavoury similes.

God defend the right.

If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.

Ask me no reason why I love you; for though Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him not for his counsellor.

O good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion, And having that do choke their service up Even with the having. . . .

Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths savour but themselves.