Who casts to write a living line, must sweat.

The voice so sweet, the words so fair, As some soft chime had stroked the air; And though the sound had parted thence, Still left an echo in the sense.

A good man should and must Sit rather down with loss than rise unjust.

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

I am beholden to calumny, that she hath so endeavored to belie me.-It shall make me set a surer guard on myself, and keep a better watch upon my actions.

If you be sick, your own thoughts make you sick

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.