Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
Shakespeare was naturally learned; he needed not the spectacles of the books to read nature; he looked inward, and found her there.
He wants worth who dares not praise a foe.
Old age creeps on us ere we think it nigh.
The good we have enjoyed from Heaven's free will, and shall we murmur to endure the ill?
Griefs assured are felt before they come.