Virtue itself ‘scapes not calumnious strokes.
Marriage is a matter of more worth than to be dealt in by attorneyship.
If you have hitherto conceal’d this sight, Let it be tenable in your silence still; And whatsoever else shall hap to-night, Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.
Winter’s not gone yet, if the wild-geese fly that way.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies but in battalions.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.
Things done well, And with a care, exempt themselves from fear.
From women’s eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world.
‘Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support him after.
Your old virginity, is like one of our French withered pears; it looks ill, it eats drily.
Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth.