This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.
There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee.
He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, him not know t, and he's not robbed at all.
Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter!
I can see he's not in your good books,' said the messenger. 'No, and if he were I would burn my library.
My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.