The truth you speak doth lack some gentlenessAnd time to speak it in. You rub the soreWhen you should bring the plaster.

In Antiochus and his daughter you have heard of monstrous lust the due and just reward; In Pericles, his queen, and daughter, seen, Although assailed with fortune fierce and keen, Virtue preserved from fell destruction's blast, Led on by heaven, and crowned with joy at last.

For thy sweet love remembr'd such wealth bringsThat then, I scorn to change my state with kings.

The prince of darkness is a gentleman!

I must be cruel only to be kind;Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.

Parting is such sweet sorrow.