Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures: ‘tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil
Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
Leave us to our free election.
The object of Art is to give life a shape.
Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.