So quick bright things come to confusion.​​​​​​

Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.

I'll have no husband, if you be not he.

Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads And recks not his own read.

Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.

I hold my peace, sir? no; No, I will speak as liberal as the north; Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.

I am wealthy in my friends.