Do As The Heavens Have Done, Forget

Spirits Are Not Finely Touched But To Fine Issues, Nor Nature Never Lends The Smallest Scruple Of Her Excellence But Like A Thrifty Goddess She Determines Herself The Glory Of A Creditor,both Thanks And Use.

Then Love-devouring Death Do What He Dare.

I Cannot Tell What The Dickens His Name Is.

What Is A Man, If His Chief Good And Market Of His Time Be But To Sleep And Feed? A Beast, No More.

The Commonwealth Of Athens Is Become A Forest Of Beasts.