If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.

It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the propositions of a lover.

What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman.

A right judgment draws us a profit from all things we see .

Tis a happy thing To be the father unto many sons.

Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death.

For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.