You speak an infinite deal of nothing


William Shakespeare











Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word


William Shakespeare











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


William Shakespeare














And since you know you cannot see yourself,
so well as by reflection, I, your glass,
will modestly discover to yourself,
that of yourself which you yet know not of


William Shakespeare