This man, lady, hath robb'd many beasts of their particular additions: he is as valiant as a lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant-a man into whom nature hath so crowded humours that his valour is crush'd into folly, his folly sauced with discretion.

What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.

The amity that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie.

My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal.

The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise, to what we fear of death.

I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently.

In such business Action is eloquence, and the eyes of th’ ignorant More learned than the ears.