Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?

You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, as occasion serves.

Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.

Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?

Faustus: Stay, Mephistopheles, and tell me, what good will my soul do thy lord? Mephistopheles: Enlarge his kingdom. Faustus: Is that the reason he tempts us thus? Mephistopheles: Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris. (It is a comfort to the wretched to have companions in misery)

Nothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.

It lies not in our power to love or hate, for will in us is overruled by fate.