In a false quarrel there is no true valor.

Should the poor be flattered? No; let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, and crook the pregnant hinges of the knee where thrift may follow fawning.

Let the end try the man.

To be generous, guiltless, and of a free disposition is to take those things for bird-bolts that you deem cannon-bullets.

By innocence I swear, and by my youth, I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, And that no woman has, nor never none Shall mistress be of it save I alone.

Love is too young to know what conscience is.

And she's fair I love.