The prize of all too precious you.

Is this the generation of love? Hot blood, hot thoughts and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers. Is love a generation of vipers?

Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.

All pride is willing pride.

If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.

Why, who cries out on pride that can therein tax any private party? Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea till the weary very means do ebb?

He hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks his tongue speaks.