“When I go to hell, I mean to carry a bribe: for look you, good gifts evermore make way for the worst persons.”

“Think't the best voyage that e'er you made like an irregular crab which, though’t goes backward, thinks that it goes right, because it goes its own way.”

“I am Duchess of Malfi still.”

“we had need to borrow that fantastic glass,invented by Galileo the FlorentineTo view another spacious world in the moon and look to find a constant woman there”

“What's this flesh? A little cruded milkFantastical puff-paste. Our bodies are weaker than thosePaper prisons boys use to keep flies in; more contemptible,Since our is to preserve earth-worms. Didst thou ever seen A lark in a cage? Such is the soul in the body: this worldIs like her little turf of grass, and the heaven o'er our heads Like her looking-glass, only gives us a miserable knowledge Of the small compass of our prison.”

“Do you not weep? Other sins only speak, murder shreaks out:The element of water moistens the earth,But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens.”

“Are you out of your princely wits?"What's he? Let me have his beard sawed off and his eyebrows filed more civil!”