A very scurvy fellow.
Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in.
The instruments of darkness tell us truths.
The nature of bad news affects the teller.
The jury passing on the prisoner's life may in the sworn twelve have a thief or two guiltier than him they try.
Modest wisdom plucks me from over-credulous haste.