Best men oft are moulded out of faults.
Thou art a Castilian King urinal!
I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.
His jest will savour but of shallow wit, When thousands weep, more than did laugh at it.
I'll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath; Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both.
He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf.