Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.

And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.

You wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller.

Why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules, but beware instinct. The lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter. I was a coward on instinct.

It is in pardoning that we are pardoned.

Get thee to a nunnery.

O, Thou hast damnable iteration; and art, indeed, able to corrupt a saint.