It holds for good polity ever, to have that outwardly in vilest estimation, which inwardly is most dear to us.

Your highest female grace is silence.

Guilt's a terrible thing.

Tis the common disease of all your musicians that they know no mean, to be entreated, either to begin or end.

It is as great a spite to be praised in the wrong place, and by a wrong person, as can be done to a noble nature.

I would rather have a plain down-right wisdom than a foolish and affected eloquence.

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