For my part, I can compare her (a gossip) to nothing but the sun; for, like him, she knows no rest, nor ever sets in one place but to rise in another.

Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.

For my part, I can compare her (a gossip) to nothing but the sun; for, like him, she knows no rest, nor ever sets in one place but to rise in another.

That gloomy outside, like a rusty chest, contains the shoring treasure of a soul resolved and brave.

Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind!

And plenty makes us poor.

Heaven be thanked, we live in such an age, When no man dies for love, but on the stage.