All heiresses are beautiful.
But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
Woman's honor is nice as ermine; it will not bear a soil.
If you are for a merry jaunt, I will try, for once, who can foot it farthest.
For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.