Thus can the demigod Authority Make us pay down for our offense by weight The words of heaven; on whom it will, it will, On whom it will not, so: yet still 'tis just.

What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?

What: is the jay more precious than the lark because his feathers are more beautiful?

You have lost no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser.

Rumor is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures.

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just and charitable war.