If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt.
Blood will have blood.
Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes.
Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts.
I pardon him, as God shall pardon me.
Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain, Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain.