When rich villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what price they will

I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.

For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give.

To do a great right do a little wrong.

Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries.

Good name in man and woman is the immediate jewel of their souls.

How hard it is for women to keep counsel!