That soul that can reflect upon itself, consider itself, is more than so.
Festive alcohol sometimes leads to an excess of honesty.
It is too little to call man a little world; Except God, man is a diminutive to nothing.
Between cowardice and despair, valour is gendred.
Poor heretics there be,Which think to establish dangerous constancy,But I have told them, ‘Since you will be true,You shall be true to them, who are false to you.
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.