There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple. If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with't

I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I.

How low am I, thou painted maypole?

Words to deeds cold breath gives.

Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head?

The commonwealth of Athens is become a forest of beasts.

Wine loved I deeply, dice dearly.