I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, assist me!
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
I had rather be a toad, and live upon the vapor of a dungeon than keep a corner in the thing I love for others uses.
Virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that amends is but patched with virtue.
Examine well your blood.