Twas a clever quibble. Here, a garment for it.
His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.
'Tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.
Get thee to a nunnery.
Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel.