Weed your better judgments of all opinion that grows rank in them.
I am a man more sinned against than sinning
The jury passing on the prisoner's life may in the sworn twelve have a thief or two guiltier than him they try.
Who is so firm that can't be seduced?
I will keep where there is wit stirring, and leave the faction of fools.
The fool multitude, that choose by show, not learning more than the fond eye doth teach.