Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee!
The Eyes are the window to your soul
You taught me language, and my profit on't / Is, I know how to curse
Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.
This sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker, this huge hill of flesh!
As there comes light from heaven and words from breath, As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue