The villany you teach me I shall execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.

The sense of death is most in apprehension, And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.

Then was I as a tree whose boughs did bend with fruit; but in one night, a storm or robbery, call it what you will, shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, and left me bare to weather.

To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.

I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too!

Constant you are, But yet a woman; and for secrecy, No lady closer; for I well believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know.