O, Had I But Followed The Arts!

One Sin, I Know, Another Doth Provoke. Murder's As Near To Lust As Flame To Smoke.

The Best Quarrels, In The Heat, Are Cursed By Those That Feel Their Sharpness.

Get Thee To A Nunnery.

I Would We Were All Of One Mind, And One Mind Good.

Discharge My Followers; Let Them Hence Away, From Richard's Night To Bolingbrooke's Fair Day.