It is a word that's quickly spoken, which being unrestrained, a heart is broken

You are no better than you should be.

There's nothing that allays an angry mind So soon as a sweet beauty.

Let no man fear to die, we love to sleep all, and death is but the sounder sleep.

It is a word that's quickly spoken, which being unrestrained, a heart is broken

There is a method in man's wickedness; it grows up by degrees.

Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.