Conscience is a thousand swords.

We all are men, in our own natures frail, and capable of our flesh; few are angels.

In thy youth wast as true a lover, As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow

It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;"

That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.

So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem.

Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.