They were devils incarnate.

Proper deformity shows not in the fiend So horrid as in woman.

Glory is like a circle in the water, which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, till, by broad spreading, it disperse to naught.

How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!

Courage mounteth with occasion.

Time, whose millioned accidents creep in betwixt vows, and change decrees of kings, tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharpest intents, divert strong minds to the course of altering things.

To you your father should be as a god.