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.