By my soul I swear, there is no power in the tongue of man to alter me.

But indeed an old religious uncle of mine taught me to speak, who was in his youth an inland man; one that knew courtship too well, for there he fell in love. I have heard him read many lectures against it; and I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched with so many giddy offenses as he hath generally taxed their whole sex withal.

I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.

Haste is needful in a desperate case.

The king is but a man, as I am; the violet smells to him as it doth to me; the element shows to him as it doth to me; all his senses have but human conditions; his ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man; and though his affections are higher mounted than ours, yet, when they stoop, they stoop with the like wing.

When once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right.

Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!