An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.
Drown thyself? Drown cats and blind puppies.
Polonius: Do you know me, my lord? Hamlet: Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.
I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear
Sleep knits up the raveled sleeve of care.
Alas, our frailty is the cause , not we! For, such as we are made of, such we be.