The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree.

Is not the truth the truth?

Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, but thankful even for hate that is meant love.

Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the tailor make thy garments of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is opal.

Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both!

Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this; for it will come to pass That every braggart will be found an ass.

That god forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand th' account of hours to crave, Being your vassal bound to stay your leisure.