Civil dissension is a viperous worm That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.

Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones; Who, though they cannot answer my distress, Yet in some sort they are better than the tribunes, For that they will not intercept my tale: When I do weep, they humbly at my feet Receive my tears and seem to weep with me; And, were they but attired in grave weeds, Rome could afford no tribune like to these.

Oh! it offends me to the soul to hear a robust periwig-pated fellow, tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings.

Oh what fools we mortals are.

If you would persuade, you must appeal to interest rather than intellect. We are advertis'd by our loving friends.

Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." -

If I shall be condemned Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake, I tell you 'Tis rigor and not law.