Ring out your bells! Let mourning show be spread! For Love is dead.

A churlish courtesy rarely comes but either for gain or falsehood.

Self-love is better than any gilding to make that seem gorgeous wherein ourselves be parties.

For the uttering sweetly and properly the conceit of the mind, English hath it equally with any other tongue in the world.

It is a lively spark of nobleness to descend in most favour to one when he is lowest in affliction

A just cause and a zealous defender make an imperious resolution cut off the tediousness of cautious discussions.

I seek no better warrant than my own, conscience.