Greatest scandal waits on greatest state.
Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles ere one chaste man.
Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
God send everyone their heart's desire!
To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on.
Our wills and fates do so contrary run, That our devices still are overthrown; Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.