He is not great who is not greatly good.
What is light, if Sylvia be not seen? What is joy if Sylvia be not by?
Yet but three come one more. Two of both kinds make up four. Ere she comes curst and sad. Cupid is a knavish lad. Thus to make poor females mad.
The commonwealth of Athens is become a forest of beasts.
What, can the devil speak true?
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds.