Thyself shall see the act; For, as thou urgest justice, be assured Thou shalt have justice, more than thou desir'st.

I would there were no age between sixteen and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting

You told a lie, an odious damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie.

He that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail.

A heavy heart bears not a nimble tongue.

Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures: ‘tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil

O, Thou hast damnable iteration; and art, indeed, able to corrupt a saint.