where civil blood makes civil hands unclean

His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract.

So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being seasoned with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.

So distribution should undo excess, and each man have enough.

Gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light.

And nature must obey necessity.

A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.