Or art thou but / A dagger of the mind, a false creation, / Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

Gently to hear, kindly to judge.

Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.

When holy and devout religious men are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence; so sweet is zealous contemplation.

Never; he will not: Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety: other women cloy The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies.

Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win.

As a walled town is more worthier than a village, so is the forehead of a married man more honorable than the bare brow of a bachelor.