If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottage princes' palaces.
The fittest time to corrupt a man's wife is when she's fallen out with her husband.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Never anything can be amiss, when simpleness and duty tender it.
Your praises will become your wages.
Would it not grieve a woman to be over-mastered by a piece of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marle?