Words Without Thoughts Never To Heaven Go.

But Yet, I Say, If Imputation And Strong Circumstances, Which Lead Directly To The Door Of Truth, Will Give You Satisfaction, You May Have It.

This Day's Black Fate On More Days Doth Depend; This But Begins The Woe, Others Must End.

I Have No Other But A Woman's Reason: I Think Him So, Because I Think Him So.

All Men's Faces Are True, Whatsome'er Their Hands Are.

Hadst Thou No Poison Mixed, No Sharp-ground Knife, No Sudden Mean Of Death, Though Ne'er So Mean, But 'banished' To Kill Me--'banished'? O Friar, The Damned Use That Word In Hell; Howling Attends It! How Hast Thou The Heart, Being A Divine, A Ghostly Confessor, A Sin-absolver, And My Friend Professed, To Mangle Me With That Word 'banished'?