There is nothing but roguery to be found in villainous men.
Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice.
No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself. Therefore give me no counsel: My griefs cry louder than advertisement.
There's place and means for every man alive.
Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
To be generous, guiltless, and of a free disposition is to take those things for bird-bolts that you deem cannon-bullets.