Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian.
Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.
Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who hath any honesty in him.
Vice repeated is like the wandering wind, blows dust in others' eyes to spread itself.
Diseases desperate grown By desperate appliances are relieved, Or not at all.
Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.