Policy sits above conscience.
What's done can't be undone.
That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once: how the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it were Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first murder! It might be the pate of a politician, which this ass now o'er-reaches; one that would circumvent God, might it not?
Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.
Beware the ides of March.
Celebrity is never more admired than by the negligent.