I hate ingratitude more in a man than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, or any taint of vice whose strong corruption inhabits our frail blood".
Now 'tis spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden.
God defend the right.
Full fathom five thy father lies
He that is truly dedicated to war hath no self-love
If I shall be condemned Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake, I tell you 'Tis rigor and not law.