Hope itself is a pain, while it is overmatched by fear.
Misery and misfortune is all one; and of misfortune fortune hath only the gift.
The many-headed multitude, whom inconstancy only doth by accident guide to well-doing! Who can set confidence there, where company takes away shame, and each may lay the fault upon his fellow?
Sin is the mother, and shame the daughter of lewdness.
Shallow brooks murmur most, deep and silent slide away.
Lovely sweetness is the noblest power of woman, and is far fitter to prevail by parley than by battle.