For what I will, I will, and there an end.

Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths savour but themselves.

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.

When rich villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what price they will

Women may fall when there's no strength in men.

Let him smell his way to Dover!