where civil blood makes civil hands unclean
Why should honor outlive honestly? Orthello
The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately— long love doth so.
Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently.
Which can say more than this rich praise, that you alone are you?
Slander, whose whisper over the world's diameter, as level as the cannon to its blank, transports its poisoned shot.