Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.

Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words

I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched in so many giddy offences as He hath generally taxed their whole their whole sex withal.

If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.

By God, I cannot flatter, I do defy The tongues of soothers! but a braver place In my heart's love hath no man than yourself. Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.

World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee/ Life would not yield to age.