Ambition makes more trusty slaves than need
All discourses but my own afflict me; they seem harsh, impertinent, and irksome
God wisheth none should wreck on a strange shelf: To him man's dearer than to himself.
Ods me I marle what pleasure or felicity they have in taking their roguish tobacco. It is good for nothing but to choke a man, and fill him full of smoke and embers.
We are persons of quality, I assure you, and women of fashion, and come to see and to be seen.
Well, I will scourge those apes, And to these courteous eyes oppose a mirror, As large as is the stage whereon we act; Where they shall see the time's deformity Anatomised in every nerve, and sinew, With constant courage, and contempt of fear.