The pleasing punishment that women bear.

So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground.

To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.

Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.

I have supped full with horrors.

O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou has no name to be known by, let us call thee devil....O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, pleasance revel and applause, transform ourselves into beasts!

Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths savour but themselves.