For who so firm that cannot be seduced?
Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.
That in the captains but a choleric word Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.
I say there is no darkness but ignorance.
O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, that he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell
Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling.