Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.

God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine your hearts into one.

From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain and nourish all the world.

Never; he will not: Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety: other women cloy The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies.

Pardon, gentles all, the flat unraised spirits that have dared on this unworthy scaffold to bring forth so great an object.

Let them obey that knows not how to rule.

You speak an infinite deal of nothing.