The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.
Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion.
How easy it is for the proper-false in woman's waxen hearts to set their forms!
Awake, awake, English nobility! Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot.
Death is a fearful thing.
What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just.