Blood will have blood.

More matter with less art.

Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.

It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

So, you are very welcome to our house. It must appear in other ways than words, Therefore, I scant this breathing courtesy.

O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with passion would I shake the world.

A Loud Laugh Bespeaks a Vacant Mind!