Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, The numbers of the feared.
He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, him not know t, and he's not robbed at all.
He doth nothing but talk of his horses.
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side
Let no such man be trusted.
There is no sure foundation set on blood, No certain life achieved by others' death.