A hit, a very palpable hit.
I have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws or ere I'll weep.
Hereditary sloth instructs me.
Thou whoreson zed! Thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a jakes with him. *all cheer for Shakespearean insults*
The trust I have is in mine innocence, and therefore am I bold and resolute.
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly followed.