I care not, a man can die but once; we owe God and death.
Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast, yet love breaks through and picks them all at last.
Art made tongue-tied by authority.
Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, but still remember what the Lord hath done.
Every man has business and desire, Such as it is.
Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones that will use the devil himself with courtesy: sayest thou that house is dark?