A new disease? I know not, new or old, but it may well be called poor mortals plague for, like a pestilence, it doth infect the houses of the brain till not a thought, or motion, in the mind, be free from the black poison of suspect.

I glory, more in the cunning purchase of my wealth than in the glad possession.

If you be sick, your own thoughts make you sick

Whom the disease of talking still once posses-seth, he can never hold his peace.

Well, as he brews, so shall he drink.

We are persons of quality, I assure you, and women of fashion, and come to see and to be seen.

Guilt's a terrible thing.