There is nothing but roguery to be found in villainous men.

Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.

Ingratitude is monstrous.

With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out

Through tattered clothes great vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold and the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks. Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.

Macduff: What three things does drink especially provoke? Porter: Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine.

To business that we love we rise betime, and go to't with delight.