O villains, vipers, dogs, easily won to fawn on any man!
Dream in light years, challenge miles, walk step by step
Who seeks, and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd, Shall never find it more.
All's well if all ends well.
Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
[S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.