Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime by action dignified.

All's well if all ends well.

Grace and remembrance be to you both.

And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.

Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, but still remember what the Lord hath done.

Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to the which our wills are gardeners.

It comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him.