I Would Rather Have A Plain Down-right

Love That Is Ignorant And Hatred Have Almost The Same Ends.

Minds That Are Great And Free, Should Not On Fortune Pause: 'tis Crown Enough To Virtue Still, Her Own Applause.

Cut Men's Throats With Whisperings.

The Devil Is An Ass , I Do Acknowledge It.

Well, I Will Scourge Those Apes, And To These Courteous Eyes Oppose A Mirror, As Large As Is The Stage Whereon We Act; Where They Shall See The Time's Deformity Anatomised In Every Nerve, And Sinew, With Constant Courage, And Contempt Of Fear.