Muster your wits; stand in your own defence.

Thou hast the most unsavoury similes.

And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire, The chariest maid is prodigal enough If she unmasks her beauty to the moon.

This is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property ordoes itself and leads the will to desperate undertakings.

Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who hath any honesty in him.

Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant can trickle when she wounds!

Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words