A good heart is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun and not the moon, for it shines bright and never changes.

My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that color.

The art of our necessities is strange That can make vile things precious.

While he was drunk asleep, or in his rage, or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed.

Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood.

I came, saw, and overcame.

Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones that will use the devil himself with courtesy: sayest thou that house is dark?