To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.

O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven

Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and fun of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink: if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy shee.

The trust I have is in mine innocence, and therefore am I bold and resolute.

The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise, to what we fear of death.

The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!

Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great. Oh! I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint.