By that sin fell the angels.
But then I sigh; and, with a piece of scripture, Tell them that God bids us do good for evil: And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends stolen out of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man’s eyes!
But men are men; the best sometimes forget.
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see.
But jealous souls will not be answer’d so; They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they are jealous.
But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Brief as the lightning in the collied night, that, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, and ere a man hath power to say, ‘Behold!’ The jaws of darkness do devour it up.
Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the newborn babe!
Boldness be my friend!
Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Be check’d for silence, but never tax’d for speech.
