A Devil, a born Devil on whose nature, nurture can never stick, on whom my pain, humanly taken, all lost, quite lost.
Every true man's apparel fits your thief.
The arms are fair, When the intent of bearing them is just.
Opinion, a sovereign mistress of effects.
We do not keep the outward form of order, where there is deep disorder in the mind.
I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking.