To wilful men, the injuries that they themselves procure must be their schoolmasters.

I'll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath; Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both.

No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.

You kiss by th' book.

Foul whisperings are abroad

My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind; So flew'd, so sanded; their heads are hung with ears that sweep away the morning dew.

Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel.