In thy foul throat thou liest.
Enough no more; Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
The most peaceable way for you, if you do take a thief, is, to let him show himself what he is and steal out of your company.
Beshrew the heart that makes my heart to groan.
Rich honesty dwells like a miser, Sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster.
Night's candles have burned out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountaintops." Hope tinged with melancholy - like life.