Report me and my cause aright.

To persist in doing wrong extenuates not the wrong, but makes it much more heavy.

I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking.

My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal.

I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.

And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, millions of mischiefs.

There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.