I am asham'd that women are so simple To offer war where they should kneel for peace.
The arms are fair, When the intent of bearing them is just.
The weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground.
Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief.
I will make a Star-chamber matter of it.
Conscience is a blushing, shamefaced spirit than mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one full of obstacles.