His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?

The fittest time to corrupt a man's wife is when she's fallen out with her husband.

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.

Why, who cries out on pride that can therein tax any private party? Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea till the weary very means do ebb?

Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.

Policy sits above conscience.