Tis immortality to die aspiring, As if a man were taken quick to heaven.
Black is a pearl in a woman's eye.
Fate's such a shrewish thing.
Let no man value at a little price A virtuous woman's counsel; her winged spirit Is feathered often times with heavenly words, And, like her beauty, ravishing and pure.
Make ducks and drakes with shillings.
Poetry, unlike oratory, should not aim at clarity... but be dense with meaning, 'something to be chewed and digested'.