There's small choice in rotten apples.
All is well ended, if the suit be won.
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one.
I have supped full with horrors.
Every man has his fault, and honesty is his.