How much an ill word may empoison liking!
My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent.
Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life.
Hamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As woman's love.
Greatest scandal waits on greatest state.
Come, and take choice of all my library, And so beguile thy sorrow.