It hurts not the tongue to give fair words.
My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, assist me!
How much more doth beauty beauteous seem by that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
Tush! Fear not, my lord, we will not stand to prate; Talkers are no good doers: be assured We come to use our hands and not our tongues.
Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.
I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.