It is a wise father that knows his own child.

What a fool honesty is.

Fear and niceness, the handmaids of all women, or more truly, woman its pretty self.

Being your slave what should I do but tend, Upon the hours, and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend; Nor services to do till you require.

To be in anger is impiety, but who is man that is not angry?

Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do.

The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.