Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.
Affection, mistress of passion, sways it to the mood of what it likes or loathes.
New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous (Nay, let em be unmanly), yet are followed.
It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love.
Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant can trickle when she wounds!
Experience teacheth that resolution is a sole help in need.