Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.
Tis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.
Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.
Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty.
My nature is subdued to what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
And nature must obey necessity.