Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe
How well he's read, to reason against reading!
It is thyself, mine own self's better part; Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart; My food, my fortune, and my sweet hope's aim, My sole earth's heaven, and my heaven's claim.
Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.
We are ready to try our fortunes to the last man.
Some kinds of baseness are nobly undergone.