I Wonder Men Dare Trust

Thy Head Is As Full Of Quarrels As An Egg Is Full Of Meat, And Yet Thy Head Hath Been Beaten As Addle As An Egg For Quarrelling.

By Heaven, I'll Make A Ghost Of Him That Lets Me.

Nice Customs Curtsy To Great Kings.

Virtue Itself Turns Vice, Being Misapplied, And Vice Sometime By Action Dignified.

You Have Witchcraft In Your Lips