Would I were in an alehouse in London.

Men should be what they seem; Or those that be not, would they might seem none!.

And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd

I begin to find an idle and fond bondage in the oppression of aged tyranny, who sways, not as it hath power, but as it is suffered.

It is not vain glory for a man and his glass to confer in his own chamber.

Sycorax has grown into a hoop

An overflow of good converts to bad.