Your highest female grace is silence.
Truth is man's proper good, and the only immortal thing was given to our mortality to use.
The world knows only two, that's Rome and I.
I know no disease of the soul but ignorance, a pernicious evil, the darkener of man's life, the disturber of his reason, and common confounder of truth.
How Fortune piles her sports when she begins to practise them!
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.