In struggling with misfortunes lies the true proof of virtue.

Oh! it offends me to the soul to hear a robust periwig-pated fellow, tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings.

Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no strength to repent.

O father Abram, what these Christians are, Whose own hard dealing teaches them suspect The thoughts of others!

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.

Journeys end in lovers meeting.