“Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words”

“Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himselfUpon thy wicked dam”

“Lips, let sour words go by and language end:What is amiss plague and infection mend!Graves only be men's works and death their gain!Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his reign.”

“One pain is lessened by another’s anguish. ... Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die.”

“So well thy words become thee as thy wounds,They smack of honor both.”

“Cease thy counsel, for thy words fall into my ears as priceless as water into a sieve.”

“There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,Doing more murder in this loathsome world,Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.”