There should be hours for necessities, not for delights; times to repair our nature with comforting repose, and not for us to waste these times.

The villany you teach me I shall execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.

Thou call'st me dog before thou hadst a cause, But since I am a dog, beware my fangs.

This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite.

He is not worthy of the honey-comb, that shuns the hives because the bees have stings.

No man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns.