Ha. "Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner." There's a double meaning in that. -Benedick (Much Ado)
You told a lie, an odious damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
Two women placed together makes cold weather.
For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.
And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.