Eagles commonly fly alone. They are crows, daws, and starlings that flock together.

Lust carries her sharp whip At her own girdle.

Poor maids have more lovers than husbands.

The soul was never put in the body to stand still.

Love mixed with fear is sweetness.

I am Duchess of Malfi still.

In all our quest of greatness, like wanton boys, whose pastime is their care, we follow after bubbles, blown in the air.