I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop.

The icy precepts of respect.

O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the Devil!

Nor shall this peace sleep with her; but as when The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix, Her ashes new-create another heir As great in admiration as herself.

We all are men, in our own natures frail, and capable of our flesh; few are angels.

'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.

I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear