Now, neighbor confines, purge you of your scum! Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance, revel the night, rob, murder, and commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways?

This thing of darkness I Acknowledge mine.

You have witchcraft in your lips, there is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues of the French council; and they should sooner persuade Harry of England than a general petition of monarchs.

Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.

In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility.

My love admits no qualifying dross

As in a theatre, the eyes of men, after a well-graced actor leaves the stage, are idly bent on him that enters next.