Hell itself must yield to industry.

Were Guilt is, Rage and Courage doth abound.

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

For whose sake, henceforth, all his vows be such, As what he loves may never like too much.

I remember, the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never plotted out a line. My answer hath been, would he had blotted a thousand.

Ods me I marle what pleasure or felicity they have in taking their roguish tobacco. It is good for nothing but to choke a man, and fill him full of smoke and embers.

... the best pilots have need of mariners, besides sails, anchor and other tackle.