A Politician... One That Would Circumvent God.

Let Me Be Boiled To Death With Melancholy.

What Infinite Heart's-ease Must Kings Neglect That Private Men Enjoy! And What Have Kings That Privates Have Not Too, Save Ceremony, Save General Ceremony?

To Gild Refined Gold, To Paint The Lily... Is Wasteful And Ridiculous Excess

The Curse Of Marriage That We Can Call These Delicate Creatures Ours And Not Their Appetites!

I Will Not Be Sworn But Love May Transform Me To An Oyster; But I'll Take My Oath On It, Till He Have Made An Oyster Of Me He Shall Never Make Me Such A Fool.