Truth hath a quiet breast.
Men of few words are the best men." (3.2.41)
Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths savour but themselves.
I have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws or ere I'll weep.
I pardon him, as God shall pardon me.
Tis mad idolatry To make the service greater than the god.