Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it.
Dull sublunary lovers' love (Whose soul is sense) cannot admit Absence, because it doth remove Those things which elemented it.
He that desires to print a book, should much more desire, to be a book.
As peace is of all goodness, so war is an emblem, a hieroglyphic, of all misery.
'Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's.
Doubt wisely; in strange way To stand inquiring right, is not to stray; To sleep, or run wrong, is.