Pleasure never comes sincere to man; but lent by heaven upon hard usury.
The perverseness of my fate is such that he's not mine because he's mine too much.
Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
Be slow to resolve, but quick in performance.
Take the good the gods provide thee.
But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.