I thank you all and here dismiss you all, and to the love and favor of my country commit myself, my person, and the cause.

Conscience is a blushing, shamefaced spirit than mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one full of obstacles.

Give obedience where 'tis truly owed.

Yet but three come one more. Two of both kinds make up four. Ere she comes curst and sad. Cupid is a knavish lad. Thus to make poor females mad.

Suspicion shall be all stuck full of eyes.

Tis the times' plague, when madmen lead the blind.

Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.