Tis mad idolatry To make the service greater than the god.
In thy foul throat thou liest.
Oh, flatter me; for love delights in praises.
A flock of blessings light upon thy back
When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner
You have witchcraft in your lips, there is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues of the French council; and they should sooner persuade Harry of England than a general petition of monarchs.