And where she went, the flowers took thickest root, As she had sow'd them with her odorous foot.

I have discovered that a famed familiarity in great ones is a note of certain usurpation on the less; for great and popular men feign themselves to be servants to others to make those slaves to them.

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.

Guilt's a terrible thing.

Whom hatred frights, let him not dream of sovereignty.

A good life is a main argument.

Your highest female grace is silence.