Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!

The fittest time to corrupt a man's wife is when she's fallen out with her husband.

Thou hast the most unsavoury similes.

Prophet may you be! If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, when time is old and hath forgot itself, when waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy, and blind oblivion swallowed cities up, and mighty states characterless are grated to dusty nothing, yet let memory, from false to false, among false maids in love, upbraid my falsehood!

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

O that men's ears should be To counsel deaf but not to flattery!

'Tis brief, my lord...as woman's love.