Thou lump of foul deformity!

There is a kind of character in thy life, That to the observer doth thy history, fully unfold.

Courage and comfort, all shall yet go well

Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently.

Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.

Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, more longing, wavering, sooner lost and won, than women's are.

Policy sits above conscience.