The misery of us, that are born great, We are forced to woo because none dare woo us.
Poor maids have more lovers than husbands.
How many ills spring from adultery? First the supreme law that is violated, Nobility oft stain'd with bastardy, Inheritance of land falsely possessed, The husband scorn'd, wife sham'd, and babes unbless'd.
I have long served virtue, And never ta'en wages of her.
For the subtlest folly proceeds from the subtlest wisdom.
Gold that buys health can never be ill spent, Nor hours laid out in harmless merriment.