Each substance of a grief has twenty shadows.
The devil knew what he did when he made men politic; he crossed himself by it.
love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit
The attempt and not the deed confounds us.
Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.
Thou whoreson zed! Thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a jakes with him. *all cheer for Shakespearean insults*