Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles.
Thou whoreson, senseless villain!
My father names me Autolycus, who being, as I am, littered under Mercury, was likewise a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.
Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.
Thrust your head into the public street, to gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces.
Men must learn now with pity to dispense; For policy sits above conscience.