One Sees More Devils Than Vast Hell

Assume A Virtue, If You Have It Not. That Monster, Custom, Who All Sense Doth Eat; Of Habits Devil, Is Angel Yet In This.

Poor And Content Is Rich, And Rich Enough.

Methought I Was Enamour'd Of An Ass.

My Nature Is Subdued To What It Works In, Like The Dyer's Hand.

What's Hecuba To Him, Or He To Hecuba, That He Should Weep For Her?