Conscience is but a word that cowards use, devised at first to keep the strong in awe

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.

[Marriage is] a world-without-end bargain.

You are thought here to the most senseless and fit man for the job.

Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.

This is a way to kill a wife with kindness.

Love hath made thee a tame snake