I'll Speak In A Monstrous Little Voice.

The Leopard Does Not Change His Spots.

He Was Not So Much Brain As Earwax

I Do Oppose My Patience To His Fury, And Am Arm'd To Suffer, With A Quietness Of Spirit, The Very Tyranny And Rage Of His.

A Golden Mind Stoops Not To Shows Of Dross.

Lady, You Know No Rules Of Charity, Which Renders Good For Bad, Blessings For Curses.