Things are often spoke and seldom meant.
Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.
We do not keep the outward form of order, where there is deep disorder in the mind.
Let the sap of reason quench the fire of passion.
He is white-livered and red-faced.
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.