The life so brief, the art so long in the learning, the attempt so hard, the conquest so sharp, the fearful joy that ever slips away so quickly - by all this I mean love, which so sorely astounds my feeling with its wondrous operation, that when I think upon it I scarce know whether I wake or sleep.

People can die of mere imagination.

The handsome gifts that fate and nature lend us Most often are the very ones that end us.

Felds hath eyen, and wode have eres.

Fie on possession, But if a man be vertuous withal.

One flesh they are; and one flesh, so I'd guess, Has but one heart, come grief or happiness.

I gave my whole heart up, for him to hold.