Though justice be thy plea consider this, that in the course of justice none of us should see salvation.

It was always yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common.

Cursed be he that moves my bones.

Bring me a constant woman to her husband, One that ne'er dream'd a joy beyond his pleasure, And to that woman, when she has done most, Yet will I add an honour-a great patience.

'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.

And therefore, — since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, — I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.

This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,Was once thought honest.