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.
Winter’s not gone yet, if the wild-geese fly that way.
Virtue itself ‘scapes not calumnious strokes.
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.
Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.
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.
You taught me language; and my profit on ‘t is, I know how to curse.
You take my life when you do take the means whereby I live.