For your brother and my sister no sooner met, but they looked; no sooner looked, but they loved; no sooner loved, but they sighed; no sooner sighed, but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason, but they sought the remedy.
For slander lives upon succession, for ever housed where it gets possession.
For night’s swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, and yonder shines Aurora’s harbinger; at whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there, troop home to churchyards.
For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, I’ll gild it with the happiest terms I have.
For I can raise no money by vile means.
For honour travels in a strait so narrow where one but goes abreast.
Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves, Where manners ne’er were preach’d.
Farewell, fair cruelty.
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
Faith, there have been many great men that have flattered the people, who ne’er loved them.
Exceeds man’s might; that dwells with gods above.
Do not spread the compost on the weeds, To make them ranker.
