The insolence of office.
I can give the loser leave to chide.
There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail.
The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately— long love doth so.
In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.
No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.