Great sorrows cannot speak.

Here lies a she sun, and a he moon there; She gives the best light to his sphere; Or each is both, and all, and so They unto one another nothing owe; And yet they do, but are So just and rich in that coin which they pay, That neither would, nor needs forbear, nor stay; Neither desires to be spared nor to spare. They quickly pay their debt, and then Take no acquittances, but pay again; They pay, they give, they lend, and so let fall No such occasion to be liberal. More truth, more courage in these two do shine, Than all thy turtles have and sparrows, Valentine.

Keep us, Lord, so awake in the duties of our calling that we may sleep in thy peace and wake in thy glory.

I will not look upon the quickening sun, But straight her beauty to my sense shall run; The air shall note her soft, the fire most pure; Water suggest her clear, and the earth sure; Time shall not lose our passages.

There is hook in every benefit, that sticks in his jaws that takes that benefit, and draws him whither the benefactor will.

But I do nothing upon myself, and yet I am my own executioner.

My love though silly is more brave.