Fortune Is Painted Blind, With A Muffler

The Jury Passing On The Prisoner's Life May In The Sworn Twelve Have A Thief Or Two Guiltier Than Him They Try.

Against Self-slaughter There Is A Prohibition So Divine That Cravens My Weak Hand.

More Of Your Conversation Would Infect My Brain.

Methinks A Father Is At The Nuptial Of His Son A Guest That Best Becomes The Table.

Believe Then, If You Please, That I Can Do Strange Things. [act 5, Scene 2]