How tedious is a guilty conscience!

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.

Were there no heaven nor hell I should be honest.

Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin.

Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burn brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweethearts, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.

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

Imyself haveheard averygood jest, and havescornedto seem to have so sillya wit as to understand it.