O War! Thou Son Of Hell!

She's Good, Being Gone.

O That Men's Ears Should Be To Counsel Deaf But Not To Flattery!

Better Conquest Never Canst Thou Make Than Arm Thy Constant And Thy Nobler Parts Against Giddy, Loose Suggestions.

The Quality Of Nothing Hath Not Such Need To Hide Itself

Sin, That Amends, Is But Patched With Virtue.