If she be not honest, chaste, and true, there's no man happy.

I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.

Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.

A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.

A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.

Music can minister to minds diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with its sweet oblivious antidote, cleanse the full bosom of all perilous stuff that weighs upon the heart.

Civil dissension is a viperous worm That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.