Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long.
Conscience is but a word that cowards use, devised at first to keep the strong in awe
Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant can trickle when she wounds!
Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds.
Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe
The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy; his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure.