Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.

Let none think to fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger.

Tyranny Is far the worst of treasons. Dost thou deem None rebels except subjects? The prince who Neglects or violates his trust is more A brigand than the robber-chief.

Now what I love in women is, they won't Or can't do otherwise than lie, but do it. So well, the very truth seems falsehood to it.

I have no consistency, except in politics; and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.

Whatsoever thy birth, Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.

But beef is rare within these oxless isles; Goat's flesh there is, no doubt, and kid, and mutton; And, when a holiday upon them smiles, A joint upon their barbarous spits they put on.