Are you grown an atheist? Will you turn your body, Which is the goodly palace of the soul, To the soul's slaughter-house? Oh, the curse' d devil, Which doth present us with all other sins Thrice-candied o'er.

Woman to man Is either a God or a wolfe.

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

Cowardly dogs bark loudest.

How tedious is a guilty conscience!

Heaven fashioned us of nothing; and we strive to bring ourselves to nothing.

I have long served virtue, And never ta'en wages of her.