There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old.

This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, this Senior Junior, giant dwarf...Cupid.

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

so full of shapes is fancy

But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise

You are not wood, you are not stones, but men.

Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.