In Love The Heavens Themselves Do Guide

O, Men's Vows Are Women's Traitors! All Good Seeming, By Thy Revolt, O Husband, Shall Be Thought Put On For Villainy, Not Born Where't Grows, But Worn A Bait For Ladies.

O, What A World Of Vile Ill-favored Faults, Looks Handsome In Three Hundred Pounds A Year!

If It Be True That Good Wine Needs No Bush, 'tis True That A Good Play Needs No Epilogue.

Foul Whisp'rings Are Abroad.

O That My Tongue Were In The Thunder's Mouth! Then With Passion Would I Shake The World.