Love was as subtly caught, as a disease; But being got it is a treasure sweet, which to defend is harder than to get: And ought not be profaned on either part, for though 'Tis got by chance, 'Tis kept by art.

Between cowardice and despair, valour is gendred.

Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life.

Let not thy divining heart Forethink me any ill; Destiny may take thy part, And may thy fears fulfill.

To roam Giddily, and be everywhere but at home, Such freedom doth a banishment become.

Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

True joy is the earnest which we have of heaven, it is the treasure of the soul, and therefore should be laid in a safe place, and nothing in this world is safe to place it in.