The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief; He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.

“Bad is the world, and all will come to naughtwhen such ill-dealing must be seen…”

“What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and fee…”

“Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end.”

“For I am he am born to tame you, Kate; and bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate…”