He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.
And either victory, or else a grave.
Comparisons are odorous.
Conscience is a blushing, shamefaced spirit than mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one full of obstacles.
Teach thy necessity to reason thus; There is no virtue like necessity
When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain
He jests at scars that never felt a wound
The best in this kind are but shadows, and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them.
By the apostle Paul, shadows tonight Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers.
Who rises from a feast with that keen appetite that be sits down?
Women's weapon, water-drops
I am falser than vows made in wine.
There was never virgin got till virginity was first lost
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought
He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.