Nothing Emboldens Sin So Much As Mercy.

Two Lovely Berries Moulded On One Stem; So, With Two Seeming Bodies, But One Heart.

My Liege, And Madam, To Expostulate What Majesty Should Be, What Duty Is, Why Day Is Day, Night Night, And Time Is Time, Were Nothing But To Waste Night, Day And Time. Therefore, Since Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit, And Tediousness The Limbs And Outward Flourishes, I Will Be Brief.

I Must Be Cruel, Only To Be Kind.

If Chance Will Have Me King, Why, Chance May Crown Me.

Why, Look You, I Am Whipp'd And Scourg'd With Rods, Nettled And Stung With Pismires[nettles], When I Hear Of This Vile Politician, Bolingbroke.