There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distill it out.
The will is deaf and hears no heedful friends.
Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge, That no king can corrupt.
Be not too tame neither, but let your own Discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action.
One pain is lessened by another's anguish.
in black ink my love may still shine bright.