And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side
Omittance is no quittance.
Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure.
The dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.
And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse, As patches set upon a little breach, Discredit more in hiding of the fault Than did the fault before it was so patch'd.