I hate the murderer, love him murdered.
Tis but a base, ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just.
O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
Swift as shadow, short as any dream
Flout 'em, and scout 'em; and scout 'em, and flout 'em; / Thought is free.