Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured is that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are in love too.

If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms.

A maiden hath no tongue--but thought.

There is a devilish mercy in the judge, if you'll implore it, that will free your life, but fetter you till death.

Who is it that can tell me who I am?

Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, And say there is no sin but to be rich; And being rich, my virtue then shall be To say there is no vice but beggary

Society is no comfort, to one not sociable.