Unsubstantial Death Is Amorous.

I Have Seen The Day Of Wrong Through The Little Hole Of Discretion, And I Will Right Myself Like A Soldier.

Well, If Fortune Be A Woman, She's A Good Wench For This Gear.

Love's Gentle Spring Doth Always Fresh Remain.

I Have Heard Of Some Kind Of Men That Put Quarrels Purposely On Others, To Taste Their Valor.

Use Every Man After His Desert, And Who Should Scape Whipping?