There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.
Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long.
Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!
Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try.
What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? Beatrice: Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick?
Well, I must be patient; there is no fettering of authority.