Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love.

Virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that amends is but patched with virtue.

They are in the very wrath of love, and they will go together. Clubs cannot part them

Present mirth hath present laughter. What's to come is still unsure.

It is held that valor is the chiefest virtue, and most dignifies the haver.

O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. . . . She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomi Athwart men’s noses as they lie asleep.

This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory.