This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune,--often the surfeit of our own behavior,--we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star.

I thank you all and here dismiss you all, and to the love and favor of my country commit myself, my person, and the cause.

Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman.

Is this government of Britain's Isle, and this the royalty of Albion's King?

Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.

It comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him.

But no perfection is so absolute, That some impurity doth not pollute.