Who to himself is law no law doth need; offends none and is king indeed.

Love is Natures second sun.

I pray, what flowers are these? The pansy this, O, that's for lover's thoughts.

Who hath no faith to man, to God hath none.

Poetry, unlike oratory, should not aim at clarity... but be dense with meaning, 'something to be chewed and digested'.

Give me a spirit that on this life's rough sea Loves t'have his sails filled with a lusty wind, Even till his sail-yards tremble, his masts crack, And his ship run on her side so low That she drinks water, and her keel plows air.

The incompetent quickly throws himself into another impressive enterprise in order to escape his responsibility from previous disaster.