Well, in that hit you miss. She'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow. She hath Dian's wit, And, in strong proff of chastity well armed, From Love's weak childish bow she lives uncharmed. She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Nor bide th' encounter of assailing eyes, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold. O, she is rich in beauty; only poor That, when she dies, with dies her store. Act 1,Scene 1, lines 180-197

Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.

Corruption wins not more than honesty.

In the modesty of fearful duty, I read as much as from the rattling tongue of saucy and audacious eloquence.

Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful

Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lender's books, and defy the foul fiend.

If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.