What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.

All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one.

Nor shall this peace sleep with her; but as when The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix, Her ashes new-create another heir As great in admiration as herself.

She speaks poniards, and every word stabs.

Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues.

For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.