No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire.
He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, him not know t, and he's not robbed at all.
More of your conversation would infect my brain.
Thou knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast.
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,Was once thought honest.