Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak.

Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed King.

Sometimes we are devils to ourselves When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency.

To whom God will, there be the victory.

Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do.

Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.

Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure.