The commonwealth of Athens is become a forest of beasts.

But 'tis common proof, that lowliness is young ambition's ladder, whereto the climber-upward turns his face; but when he once attains the upmost round, he then turns his back, looks in the clouds, scorning the vase defrees by which he did ascend.

Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege; The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge.

The trust I have is in mine innocence, and therefore am I bold and resolute.

How many things by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection!

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.

That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I under my transgression bow, Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel.