Passions Are Spiritual Rebels And Raise Sedition

I Remember, The Players Have Often Mentioned It As An Honour To Shakespeare, That In His Writing (whatsoever He Penned) He Never Plotted Out A Line. My Answer Hath Been, Would He Had Blotted A Thousand.

He That Departs With His Own Honesty For Vulgar , Doth It Too Dearly Buy.

Cut Men's Throats With Whisperings.

Whom Hatred Frights, Let Him Not Dream Of Sovereignty.

Sweet Meat Must Have Sour Sauce.