Oh, I have passed a miserable night, so full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams!

A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.

Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country, as the behavior of the country is most mockable at the court.

The king hath note of all that they intend, by interception which they dream not of.

That in the captains but a choleric word Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

Sometimes when we are labeled, when we are branded our brand becomes our calling.

How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object! For this the foolish over-careful fathers Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care, Their bones with industry.