Oh, yes, thy sins Do run before thee to fetch fire from hell, To light thee thither.

Physicians are like kings- They brook no contradiction.

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

When a man's mind rides faster than his horse can gallop they quickly both tire.

I am Duchess of Malfi still.

Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust.

Lay this unto your breast: Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best.