Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our teeples, drowned the cocks! You sulphurour and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man!

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven.

Though I be but prince of Wales, yet I am the king of courtesy.

A nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the very ice of chastity is in them.

she shall scant show well that now shows best.

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!

We will all laugh at gilded butterflies.