Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
You cannot make gross sins look clear: To revenge is no valour, but to bear.
Tush! Fear not, my lord, we will not stand to prate; Talkers are no good doers: be assured We come to use our hands and not our tongues.
This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite.
This thing of darkness I Acknowledge mine.
Oppose not rage while rage is in its force, but give it way a while and let it waste.