And I will make it felony to drink small beer.
A peevish self-willed harlotry it is. *She’s a stubborn little brat.*
The dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.
To some kind of men their graces serve them but as enemies.
He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake, he cannot sleep: Thus of every grief in heart He with thee does bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.
The tempter or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Not she: nor doth she tempt: but it is I That, lying by the violet in the sun, Do as the carrion does, not as the flower, Corrupt with virtuous season.