I'll be damned for never a king's son in Christendom.

Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.

Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltiness of time.

Vanity keeps persons in favor with themselves who are out of favor with all others.

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.

Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving.