I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.
Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
Now I will believe that there are unicorns.
To be generous, guiltless, and of a free disposition is to take those things for bird-bolts that you deem cannon-bullets.
The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.
In religion, What damned error but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?