Policy Sits Above Conscience.

The Devil Is A Gentleman.

Some Kinds Of Baseness Are Nobly Undergone.

What Many Men Desire--that 'many' May Be Meant By The Fool Multitude That Choose By Show, Not Learning More Than The Fond Eye Doth Teach, Which Pries Not To Th' Interior, But Like The Martlet Builds In The Weather On The Outward Wall, Even In The Force And Road Of Casualty.

I Do Not Hate A Proud Man, As I Do Hate The Engendering Of Toads.

Was Ever Woman In This Humour Wooed? Was Ever Woman In This Humour Won?