Slanders, sir, for the satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards, that their faces are wrinkled, their eyes purging think amber and plum-tree gum, and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams.
Falsehood falsehood cures
The dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.
To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons.
If I be waspish, best beware my sting.
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!