O madam, my old heart is cracked, it's cracked!
Thrust your head into the public street, to gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces.
love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit
On pain of death, no person be so bold.
Rich honesty dwells like a miser, Sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster.
Nothing can seem foul to those who win.