What need we any spur but our own cause to prick us to redress?
Use every man after his desert, and who shall scape whipping?
Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will; much more a man, who hath any honesty in him.
Thus can the demigod authority make us pay down for our offence by weight.
They said they were an-hungry, sighed forth proverbs – that hunger broke stone walls, that dogs must eat, that meat was made for mouths, that the gods sent not corn for the rich men only. With these shreds they vented their complainings.
The wheel is come full circle.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices make instruments to plague us.
Murder’s out of tune, and sweet revenge grows harsh.
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
In a false quarrel there is no true valor.
If I shall be condemned upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else but what your jealousies awake, I tell you ’tis rigour and not law.
As he was valiant, I honor him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
