How much an ill word may empoison liking!
Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.
Flout 'em, and scout 'em; and scout 'em, and flout 'em; / Thought is free.
Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now.
I'll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath; Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both.