Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks.
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
Modest wisdom plucks me from over-credulous haste.
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,Was once thought honest.
Simply the thing that I am shall make me live.