But jealous souls will not be answered so, They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they're jealous. 'Tis a monster Begot upon itself, born on itself.

One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well; another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.

At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies.

So wise so young, they say, do never live long.

Men must learn now with pity to dispense; For policy sits above conscience.

Things in motion sooner catch the eye than what not stirs.

Nature's tears are reason's merriment.