And 'tis a kind of good deed to say well:
And yet words are no deeds.

King Henry VIII. Act 3, Scene 2

Bad is the world, and all will come to naught
when such ill-dealing must be seen in thought.

I hate ingratitude more in a man
than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
or any taint of vice whose strong corruption
inhabits our frail blood".

Reply not to me with a fool-born jest.

So fair and foul a day I have not seen.

Infected minds to their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.