Great honours are great burdens, but on whom They are cast with envy, he doth bear two loads.
How Fortune piles her sports when she begins to practise them!
All discourses but my own afflict me; they seem harsh, impertinent, and irksome
Silence in woman is like speech in man.
Court a mistress, she denies you; let her alone, she will court you.
The voice so sweet, the words so fair, As some soft chime had stroked the air; And though the sound had parted thence, Still left an echo in the sense.