- The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good. »
- I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at. »
- And thus I clothe my naked villainy With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ And seem a saint, when most I play the devil. »
- The little foolery that wise men have makes a great show. »
- Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast. »
- Double, double toil and trouble Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. »
- And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak. »
- I understand a fury in your words, But not the words. »
- So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. »
- He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen, Let him not know 't, and he's not robb'd at all. »
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