one pain is cured by another. catch some new infection in your eye and the poison of the old one would die.

By God, I cannot flatter, I do defy The tongues of soothers! but a braver place In my heart's love hath no man than yourself. Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.

Out, damned spot! out, I say! One: two: why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky!

Miracles are ceased; and therefore we must needs admit the means, how things are perfected.

I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My figured goblets for a dish of wood, My scepter for a palmer's walking staff My subjects for a pair of carved saints and my large kingdom for a little grave.

Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief.

No visor does become black villainy so well as soft and tender flattery.