My virginity, that from my childhood kept me company, is heavier than I can endure to bear. Forgive me, Cupid, for thou art god, and I a wretched creature: I have sinn'd; but be thou merciful, and grant that yet I may enjoy what thou wilt have me love!
There is a method in man's wickedness; it grows up by degrees.
Those have most power to hurt us, that we love.
Bad's the best of us.
The true way to gain much is never to desire to gain too much.
Oh, love will make a dog howl in rhyme.