They that have voice of lions and act of hares,--are they not monsters?

Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear!

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. And let my liver rather heat with wine, than my heart cool with mortifying groans.

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.

Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime by action dignified.

Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles.

God mark thee to His grace! Thou was the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed. And might I live to see thee married once, I have my wish.