Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud; but, God He knows, thy share thereof is small.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.

Who riseth from a feast With that keen appetite that he sits down?

You cannot make gross sins look clear: To revenge is no valour, but to bear.

He's of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger.... he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him; he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts.

I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.

Opinion crowns with an imperial voice.