I bear a charmed life.

Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do.

Wooing, wedding, and repenting is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace: the first suit is hot and hasty like a Scotch jig--and full as fantastical; the wedding, mannerly modest, as a measure, full of state and ancientry; and then comes repentance and with his bad legs falls into the cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into his grave.

They whose guilt within their bosom lies, imagine every eye beholds their blame.

These words are razors to my wounded heart.

That in the captains but a choleric word Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

Conscience doth make cowards of us all.