Foul cankering rust the hidden treasure frets, but gold that's put to use more gold begets.
A plague on both your houses.
More can I bear than you dare execute.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
Use every man according to his desert and who should 'scape whipping? Use them after your own honor and dignity, the less they deserve ... the more merit in your bounty.
But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' Stuck in my throat.