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.
Love mixed with fear is sweetness.
Poor maids have more lovers than husbands.
Woman to man Is either a God or a wolfe.
Ambition, madam, is a great man's madness.
Lay this unto your breast: Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best.