He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.
Ingrateful man with liquorish draughts, and morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind that from it all consideration slips.
What must be shall be.
And nature must obey necessity.
The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle that's curded by the frost from purest snow.
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.