I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways.

I had rather eleven died nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.

Sin will pluck on sin.

In friendship, as in love, we are often happier through our ignorance than our knowledge.

Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.

This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite.

So now I have confessed that he is thine, And I my self am mortgaged to thy will, My self I'll forfeit, so that other mine, Thou wilt restore to be my comfort still.