Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love.
O Judgment ! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason !
Journeys end in lovers meeting.
The will is infinite and the execution confin'd, the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.
Though I am not naturally honest, I am sometimes so by chance.
There is Throats to be cut, and Works to be done.