Who casts to write a living line, must sweat.

Love that is ignorant and hatred have almost the same ends.

The poet is the nearest borderer upon the orator.

Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine.

Ambition, like a torrent, never looks back.

Ods me I marle what pleasure or felicity they have in taking their roguish tobacco. It is good for nothing but to choke a man, and fill him full of smoke and embers.

Popular men, They must create strange monsters, and then quell them, To make their arts seem something.