“A little water clears us of this deed.”

“What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.” “My hands are of your colour; but I shame to wear a heart so white. A little water clears us of this deed: How easy it is then! Your constancy hath left you unattended.”

“How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.”

“Would the fountain of your mind were clear again,that I might water an ass at it!”

“Hot blood begets hot thoughts,And hot thoughts beget Hot deeds,And hot deeds is love.”

“Ill deeds is doubled with an evil word.”

“He eats nothing but doves, love, and that breeds hot blood, and hot blood beget hot thoughts, and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is love.”