I want that glib and oily art,

To speak and purpose not.

King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1.

A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue

As I am glad I have not.

King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1.

Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides.

King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1.

As if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion.

King Lear. Act i. Sc. 2.