Good wine needs no bush.

In law, what plea so tainted and corrupts, but being seasoned with a gracious voice obscures the show of evil.

I hate the murderer, love him murdered.

Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called thee? BEATRICE Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. BENEDICK O, stay but till then! BEATRICE 'Then' is spoken; fare you well now... (Much Ado About Nothing)

Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.

They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.

Give thy thoughts no tongue.