Away! Thou'rt poison to my blood.

Don't judge a man's conscience by looking at his face cause he may have a bad heart.

Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well.

When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner

It is the mind that makes the body rich; and as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, so honor peereth in the meanest habit.

Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.

By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.