Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?

Oh, God! I have an ill-divining soul!

He is deformed, crooked, old and sere, Ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere; Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind; Stigmatical in making, worse in mind.

He kills her in her own humor.

Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues.

'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay. The bay trees in our country are all wither'd.

What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.