Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word.
Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
What is light, if Sylvia be not seen? What is joy if Sylvia be not by?
GLOUCESTER: I do not know that Englishman alive With whom my soul is any jot at odds, More than the infant that is born to-night: I thank my God for my humility.
Cease thy counsel, for thy words fall into my ears as priceless as water into a seive.