They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad

O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.

Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves, where manners ne'er were preached.

You have witchcraft in your lips, there is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues of the French council; and they should sooner persuade Harry of England than a general petition of monarchs.

Past all shame, so past all truth.

Strikes deeper, grows with more pernicious root.

This is the very coinage of your brain: this bodiless creation ecstasy.