These blessed candles of the night.
Talkers are no good doers.
Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly at your service
Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty.
What, no more ceremony? See, my women! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds.
Conscience is but a word that cowards use, devised at first to keep the strong in awe