Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.
The instruments of darkness tell us truths.
I would not wish any companion in the world but you.
My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind; So flew'd, so sanded; their heads are hung with ears that sweep away the morning dew.
Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? - Lady Macbeth
We were not born to sue, but to command.