The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.
Every cloud engenders not a storm.
If I be waspish, best beware my sting.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently.
My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.