Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; what is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner

O, let him pass. He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.

Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.

This making of Christians will raise the price of hogs.

Hereditary sloth instructs me.

Away! Thou'rt poison to my blood.