If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very soul.

To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth

Though music oft hath such a charm to make bad good, and good provoke to harm.

What valor were it, when a cur doth grin, for one to thrust his hand between his teeth, when he might spurn him with his foot away?

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind

To show an unfelt sorrow is an office Which the false man does easy.

You wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller.