If your mind dislike anything obey it

Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all!

Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts- O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power So to seduce!

The painful warrior famous for fight, After a thousand victories, once foil'd, Is from the books of honor razed quite, And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd

Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltiness of time.

What is aught but as 'tis valued?

Would it not grieve a woman to be over-mastered by a piece of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marle?