Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear, for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet--nay, sometime more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the overleather.

The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.

The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.

Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths savour but themselves.

I despised my arrival on this earth and I despise my departure; it is a tragedy.

We have some salt of our youth in us.

You are not wood, you are not stones, but men.