Were there no heaven nor hell I should be honest.
For the subtlest folly proceeds from the subtlest wisdom.
Heaven fashioned us of nothing; and we strive to bring ourselves to nothing.
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.
When a man's mind rides faster than his horse can gallop they quickly both tire.
Imyself haveheard averygood jest, and havescornedto seem to have so sillya wit as to understand it.