One sin another doth provoke.
Welcome ever smiles, and farewell goes out sighing.
Sorrow, like a heavy ringing bell, once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful knell.
I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking.
Out, damned spot! out, I say! One: two: why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky!
Conscience is but a word that cowards use, devised at first to keep the strong in awe