Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow
Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all.
The prince of darkness is a gentleman!
For honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a sauce to sugar.
Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty.
He must needs go that the devil drives.