“And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, millions of mischiefs.”

“O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the hearts of desperate men!”

“To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on.”

“When remedies are past, the griefs are endedBy seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.To mourn a mischief that is past and goneIs the next way to draw new mischief on.What cannot be preserved when fortune takes,Patience her injury a mockery makes.The robb'd that smiles steals something for the thief;He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.”

“Why, I can smile and murder whiles I smile,And cry 'content' to that which grieves my heart,And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,And frame my face for all occasions”

“Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.”

“Tis ten to one this play can never pleaseAll that are here. Some come to take their easeAnd sleep an act or two; but those, we fear,W' have frighted with our trumpets.”