Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.

He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion.

Thou art a very ragged Wart.

Take no repulse, whatever she doth say; For 'get you gone,' she doth not mean 'away.' Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces; Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces

Friendship is full of dregs.

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.