Shakespeare was naturally learned; he needed not the spectacles of the books to read nature; he looked inward, and found her there.

Pleasure never comes sincere to man; but lent by heaven upon hard usury.

To so perverse a sex all grace is vain.

Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!

The first is the law, the last prerogative.

Accurst ambition, how dearly I have bought you.

She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age.