Ah, she doth teach the torches to burn bright, it seems she hangs against the cheek of night like a rich jewel from an Ethiope's ear, beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.

“One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead.”

“But men are men; the best sometimes forget.”

“Bear hence this body and attend our will. Mercy but murders, pardoning those th…”

“it is not enough to speak, but to speak true”