Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel.

Come the three corners of the world in arms, and we shall shock them.

Refrain to-night; And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence, the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature, And either master the devil or throw him out With wondrous potency.

Tam: What begg’st thou then? fond woman, let me go. Lav: ’Tis present death I beg; and one thing more That womanhood denies my tongue to tell. O! keep me from their worse than killing lust, And tumble me into some loathsome pit, Where never man’s eye may behold my body: Do this, and be a charitable murderer. Tam: So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee: No, let them satisfy their lust on thee. Dem: Away! for thou hast stay’d us here too long. Lav: No grace! no womanhood! Ah, beastly creature, The blot and enemy to our general name. Confusion fall—

Weed your better judgments of all opinion that grows rank in them.

Slander, whose whisper over the world's diameter, as level as the cannon to its blank, transports its poisoned shot.

The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.