To be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.
If she be not honest, chaste, and true, there's no man happy.
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
I have no way and therefore want no eyes I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seen our means secure us, and our mere defects prove our commodities.
The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?
That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimms, and makes it indistinct As water is in water