Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant can trickle when she wounds!
Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of Our human generation you shall find.
...an old man is twice a child.
Ready to go but never to return.
For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas
A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.