Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.

Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping?

I will make a Star-chamber matter of it.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Then imitate the action of the tiger; stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.

Women are as roses, whose fair flower, being once displayed, doth fall that very hour.

When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.