Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in's own house.
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry.
Justice always whirls in equal measure.
Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones that will use the devil himself with courtesy: sayest thou that house is dark?
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily... is wasteful and ridiculous excess
Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sell eternity to get a toy? For one grape who will the vine destroy?