Zounds! sir, you are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you.
Some falls the means are happier to rise.
The soul of this man is his clothes.
My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal.
Thyself shall see the act; For, as thou urgest justice, be assured Thou shalt have justice, more than thou desir'st.
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.