Even as one heat another heat expels, or as one nail by strength drives out another, so the remembrance of my former love is by a newer object quite forgotten.

To show an unfelt sorrow is an office Which the false man does easy.

Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.

The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just and charitable war.

The attempt and not the deed confounds us.

Nothing routs us but the villainy of our fears.

Well, God's above all; and there be souls must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved.