There is no more mercy in him than there is milk in a male tiger.

I had rather be a toad, and live upon the vapor of a dungeon than keep a corner in the thing I love for others uses.

Greatness knows itself.

Ay, is it not a language I speak?

I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; not the soldier's which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politic; nor the lady's, which is nice; nor the lover's, which is all these: but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in a most humorous sadness.

Doubt is a thief that often makes us fear to tread where we might have won.

They were devils incarnate.