How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!

Enough no more; Tis not so sweet now as it was before.

But men are men; the best sometimes forget.

Conscience is a thousand swords.

For though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.

You lack the season of all natures, sleep.

Don't judge a man's conscience by looking at his face cause he may have a bad heart.