By day and night he wrongs me. Every hour
He flashes into one gross crime or other
That sets us all at odds. (I.iii)
Thou hast pared thy wit o’both sides and left nothing i’the middle. (I.iv)
How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is
To have a thankless child. (I.iv)
Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise. (I.v)