I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; so full of valor that they smote the air, for breathing in their faces, beat the ground for kissing of their feet.

Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths savour but themselves.

I'll privily away; I love the people, But do not like to stage me to their eyes; Though it do well, I do not relish well Their loud applause and aves vehement, Nor do I think the man of safe discretion That does not affect it.

O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.

My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.

For a noble heart, the most precious gift becomes poor, when the giver stops loving.

There is no more mercy in him than there is milk in a male tiger.