If I lose at play, I blaspheme; if my fellow loses, he blasphemes. So, God is always the loser.

For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.

Whilst my physicians by their love are grown Cosmographers, and I their map, who lie Flat on this bed.

That thou remember them, some claim as debt; I think it mercy, if thou wilt forget.

As soon as there was two there was pride.

Nature hath no goal though she hath law.

I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so.