With this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature. for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature.

It is the purpose that makes strong the vow; But vows to every purpose must not hold.

Blood will have blood.

Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat; Of habits devil, is angel yet in this.

There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail.

We must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.

Every true man's apparel fits your thief.