'Twas but a dream, yet by my heart I knew, Which still was panting, part of it was true: Oh how I strove the rest to have believed; Ashamed and angry to be undeceived!

Jealousy, the old worm that bites.

Time lessens all extremes and reduces 'em to mediums and unconcern.

A brave world, sir, full of religion, knavery, and change: we shall shortly see better days.

Kings that made laws, first broke 'em.

Faith, Sir, we are here today and gone tomorrow.

No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.