Be just, and fear not.

The blood of youth burns not with such excess as gravity's revolt to wantonness.

A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee.

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

The past is prologue.

Merciful heaven, Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Splits the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle; but man, proud man, Dressed in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured His glassy essence--like an angry ape Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As makes the angels weep; who, with our spleens, would all themselves laugh mortal.

Virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that amends is but patched with virtue.