Oh! that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of your necks, and make but an interior survey of your good selves.

It is the cowish terror of his spirit that dares not undertake; he'll not feel wrongs which tie him to an answer.

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.

Sometimes when we are labeled, when we are branded our brand becomes our calling.

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun

Go, bid the soldiers shoot.

There is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman than report of valor.