Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear

Being of no power to make his wishes good: His promises fly so beyond his state That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes For every word.

This is no time to lend money, especially upon bare friendship without security.

Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.

But we have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts; whereof I take this that you call love to bea sect or scion.... It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission of the will.

They were devils incarnate.

Do not plunge thyself too far in anger.