There is no vice so simple but assumes some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
Ships are but boards, sailors but men; there be land-rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves, I mean pirates, and thenthere is the peril of waters, winds, and rocks.
Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes.
Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace.
Let the sap of reason quench the fire of passion.
Is not the truth the truth?