Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she's at rest, and so am I.
What, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o'er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?
Either be wholly slaves or wholly free.
My love's a noble madness.
Pleasure never comes sincere to man; but lent by heaven upon hard usury.
He wants worth who dares not praise a foe.