I hold my peace, sir? no; No, I will speak as liberal as the north; Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.
A man cannot make him laugh - but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine.
These cardinals trifle with me; I abhor; This dilatory sloth and tricks of Rome.
Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on his back.
What ugly sights of death within mine eyes!
The nature of bad news affects the teller.