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.
Spread yourself upon his bosom publicly, whose heart you would eat in private.
Who falls for love of God, shall rise a star.
Man and wife make one fool.
Passions are spiritual rebels and raise sedition against the understanding.
The pipe marks the point at which the orangutan ends and man begins.