| Though justice against fate complain,/And plead the ancient rights in vain;/But those do hold or break/As men are strong or weak. | andrew marvell 'An Horatian Ode upon Cromwell’s Return from Ireland' quote |
| A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time./The mind is its own place, and in it self/Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n. | Paradise Lost Book 1 first quote |
| To reign is worth ambition though in Hell:/Better to reign in Hell, then serve in Heav'n. | Paradise Lost Book 1 first quote |
| O gentlemen, hear with patience and tremble not at my speeches . . . for which Faustus hath lost both Germany and the world, yea heaven itself—and must remain in hell forever! | Doctor Faustus |
| Why then belike we must sin,/And so consequently die./Ay, we must die an everlasting death./What doctrine call you this? Che sarà, sarà | Doctor Faustus |
| Which like two spirits do suggest me still/The better angel is a man right fair,/The worser spirit a woman colored ill. | William Shakespeare, 'Sonnet 144' |
| Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?.../Then do thy office, Muse; I teach thee how/To make him seem long hence as he shows now | William Shakespeare, 'Sonnet 101' |
| 'Not prizing her poor infant’s discontent:/So runn’st thou after that which flies from thee,...' | William Shakespeare, 'Sonnet 143' |
| 'So will I pray that thou mayst have thy “Will,”/If thou turn back and my loud crying still.' | William Shakespeare, 'Sonnet 143' |
| Dear son, now shut,” said she: ‘..“thus must we win.” | Mary Wroth Pamphilia to Amphilanthus Sonnet 1 |
| '...To burning hearts, which she did hold aboue,/But one heart flaming more then all the rest,...' | Mary Wroth Pamphilia to Amphilanthus Sonnet 1 |
| Shine in those eyes which conquer'd haue my heart,/And see if mine, be slacke to answer thee. | Mary Wroth Pamphilia to Amphilanthus Sonnet 3 |
| Calumnies are answered best with silence. | Volpone |
| 'Stout of teeth and strong of tongue?/Tart of palate, quick of ear?/Sharp of sight, of nostril clear?/Moist of hand and light of foot?' | Volpone; Mountebank's Sales Pitch |
| Volpone, Corvino's description of Celia | Death of mine honour, with the city's fool!/A juggling, tooth-drawing, prating mountebank! |
| The Duchess of Malfi, The Duke | Most true:/He never pays debts unless they be shrewd turns,/And those he will confess that he doth owe. |
| The Duchess of Malfi, the Duke and the Cardinal | He speaks with others' tongues, and hears men's suits/With others' ears; will seem to sleep o' the bench/Only to entrap offenders in their answers;/Dooms men to death by information;/Rewards by hearsay. |
| The Duchess of Malfi, The Duchess | On that sweet countenance; but in that look/There speaketh so divine a continence/As cuts off all lascivious and vain hope./Her days are practis'd in such noble virtue, |
