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

Sin, that amends, is but patched with virtue.

Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do.

one pain is cured by another. catch some new infection in your eye and the poison of the old one would die.

Slanders, sir, for the satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards, that their faces are wrinkled, their eyes purging think amber and plum-tree gum, and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams.

O, she's warm! If this be magic, let it be an art Lawful as eating.

Obey thy parents, keep thy word justly; swear not; commit not with man's sworn spouse; set not thy sweet heart on proud array. * * * Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy pen from lenders' books.