A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.

There is no vice so simple but assumes some mark of virtue on his outward parts.

I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porpentine. But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O list!

Men should be what they seem; Or those that be not, would they might seem none!.

Unsubstantial Death is amorous.

What my tongue dares not that my heart shall say

Good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well used.