Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.

One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.

I am sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips, let no dog bark.

Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths savour but themselves.

So our virtues lie in the interpretation of the time

where civil blood makes civil hands unclean

Ready to go but never to return.