It's impossible to ravish me, I'm so willing.

'Tis virtue, and not birth that makes us noble: Great actions speak great minds, and such should govern.

That soul that can Be honest is the only perfect man.

O woman, perfect woman! what distraction Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!

Death hath so many doors to let out life.

Ask how to live? Write, write, write, anything; The world's a fine believing world, write news.

Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well; I see you have a singing face.