Though justice be thy plea consider this, that in the course of justice none of us should see salvation.

I was too young that time to value her, But now I know her. If she be a traitor, Why, so am I. We still have slept together, Rose at an instant, learned, played, eat together, And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans, Still we went coupled and inseparable.

The leopard does not change his spots.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.

My charity is outrage, life my shame; And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage!

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain

Omittance is no quittance.