Ambition, The Soldier's Virtue.

What's The News? None, My Lord, But That The World's Grown Honest, Then Is Doomsday Near.

Let Me Be Boiled To Death With Melancholy.

The Devil Can Cite Scripture For His Purpose. An Evil Soul Producing Holy Witness Is Like A Villain With A Smiling Cheek, A Goodly Apple Rotten At The Heart. O, What A Goodly Outside Falsehood Hath!

O, My Lord, You Said That Idle Weeds Are Fast In Growth: The Prince My Brother Hath Outgrown Me Far.

There Is No Such Sport As Sport By Sport O'erthrown.