And where the offense is, let the great axe fall.

No worse a husband than the best of men.

I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him.

A grandma's name is little less in love than is the doting title of a mother.

A great cause of the night is lack of the sun.

I begin to find an idle and fond bondage in the oppression of aged tyranny, who sways, not as it hath power, but as it is suffered.

Let me not live, after my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff of younger spirits.