If men wound you with injuries, meet them with patience; hasty words rankle the wound, soft language dresses it, forgiveness cures it, and oblivion takes away the scar. It is more noble by silence to avoid an injury than by argument to overcome it.
But what is past my help is past my care.
Let no man fear to die, we love to sleep all, and death is but the sounder sleep.
Oh, love will make a dog howl in rhyme.
The greatest attribute of Heaven is mercy.
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!