Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
If he be so resolved, I can o'ersway him; for he loves to hear That unicorns may be betrayed with trees And bears with glasses, elephants with holes, Lions with toils, and men with flatterers
Misery makes sport to mock itself.
thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce.
These words are razors to my wounded heart.
What though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care.