Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, more than quick words, do move a woman's mind.
Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian.
It easeth some, though none it ever cured, to think their dolour others have endured.
You abilities are too infant-like for doing much alone.
In a false quarrel there is no true valor.
The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise, to what we fear of death.