My love's a noble madness.
You see through love, and that deludes your sight, As what is straight seems crooked through the water.
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.
For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.