The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.
Oh! it offends me to the soul to hear a robust periwig-pated fellow, tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings.
Men's faults do seldom to themselves appear.
Love is merely a madness.
The instruments of darkness tell us truths.
thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce.