A woman is a dish for the gods, if the devil dress her not.

There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple. If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with't

Tempt not a desperate man

What must be shall be.

I...Kisss the tender inward of thy hand.

As a walled town is more worthier than a village, so is the forehead of a married man more honorable than the bare brow of a bachelor.

Gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder, I gain'd my freedom.