Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.

Thou art the Mars of malcontents.

Have more than thou showest, Speak less than thou knowest, Lend less than thou owest.

Our wills and fates do so contrary run, That our devices still are overthrown; Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.

The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just and charitable war.

What's his offense? Groping for trout in a peculiar river.

Make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the casement; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole; stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney.