So distribution should undo excess, and each man have enough.

I am not bound to please thee with my answer.

Beshrew the heart that makes my heart to groan.

Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words

Have patience, and endure

What, no more ceremony? See, my women! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds.

There is nothing but roguery to be found in villainous men.