Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep.

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul producing holy witness Is like a villain with a smiling cheek, A goodly apple rotten at the heart. O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

Self-love is the most inhibited sin in the canon.

Why, who cries out on pride that can therein tax any private party? Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea till the weary very means do ebb?

I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear

I see, sir, you are liberal in offers. You taught me first to beg, and now methinks You teach me how a beggar should be answered.

Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth