An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not.
Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; I love her ten times more than e'er I did: O, how I long to have some chat with her!
I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.
Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.
Good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well used.
Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir. My daughter he hath wedded. I will die, And leave him all. Life, living, all is Deathโs.