O woman, perfect woman! what distraction Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
Speak boldly and speak truly, shame the devil.
Death hath so many doors to let out life.
Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose.
Tyranny is yielding to the lust of the governing.
'Tis virtue, and not birth that makes us noble: Great actions speak great minds, and such should govern.