For 'tis the sport to have the engineerHoist with his own petard.

Twas never merry world Since lowly feigning was called compliment.

They lie deadly that tell you have good faces.

For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; At whose approach ghosts wandring here and there Troop home to church-yards.... For fear lest day should look their shames upon, They willfully exile themselves from light, And must for aye consort with black brow'd night.

I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I.

Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well.

Of chastity, the ornaments are chaste.