Affection is a coal that must be cooled; else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire.

I see, sir, you are liberal in offers. You taught me first to beg, and now methinks You teach me how a beggar should be answered.

This is the very coinage of your brain: this bodiless creation ecstasy.

Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee!

Like madness, is the glory of this life.

Nothing can seem foul to those who win.

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.