Angels and ministers of grace defend us.
There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable.
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul producing holy witness Is like a villain with a smiling cheek, A goodly apple rotten at the heart. O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
Though it make the unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve.
I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.