Happy Are They That Hear Their Detractions,

Well, I Must Be Patient; There Is No Fettering Of Authority.

You Have Witchcraft In Your Lips

Hung Be The Heavens With Black! Yield, Day, To Night!

Rightly To Be Great Is Not To Stir Without Great Argument, But Greatly To Find Quarrel In A Straw When Honour's At The Stake.

If Thou Dost Marry, I'll Give Thee This Plague For Thy Dowry: Be Thou As Chaste As Ice, As Pure As Snow, Thou Shalt Not Escape Calumny.