One Sees More Devils Than Vast Hell

Give Every Man Thine Ear, But Few Thy Voice; Take Each Man's Censure, But Reserve Thy Judgment.

The Lady Doth Protest Too Much, Methinks.

There's Husbandry In Heaven; Their Candles Are All Out.

To Bed, To Bed; Sleep Kill Those Pretty Eyes, And Give As Soft Attachment To Thy Senses, As Infants Empty Of All Thought.

To Persist In Doing Wrong Extenuates Not The Wrong, But Makes It Much More Heavy.