To persist in doing wrong extenuates not the wrong, but makes it much more heavy.

There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing.

Thrust your head into the public street, to gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces.

Tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age, Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburdened crawl toward death.

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?

Discharge my followers; let them hence away, From Richard's night to Bolingbrooke's fair day.

The purest treasure mortal times can afford is a spotless reputation.