Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity

Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent.

Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty.

Let life be short, else shame will be too long.

There is no vice so simple but assumes some mark of virtue on his outward parts.

All the world's a stage.

They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad