The appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony.
Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
Tis a blushing shame-faced spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom. It fills a man full of obstacles. It made me once restore a purse of gold that (by chance) I found. It beggars any man that keeps it.
Methought I was enamour'd of an ass.
Art made tongue-tied by authority.
As I love the name of honour more than I fear death.