My dear, dear Lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation; that away Men are but gilded loan or painted clay... Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done.

The insolence of office.

The fittest time to corrupt a man's wife is when she's fallen out with her husband.

He is as full of valor as of kindness. Princely in both.

For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy

The golden age is before us, not behind us.

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.