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.

O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, that he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell

Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both!

Beware of entrance to a quarrel, but, being in, bear t that th' opposed may beware of thee.

Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.

Our wills and fates do so contrary run.

I am indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger I recover them.