But pain is perfect misery, the worst Of evils, and excessive, overturns All patience.
One sip of this will bathe the drooping spirits in delight, beyond the bliss of dreams.
Where there is much desire to learn, there of necessity will be much arguing, much writing, for opinion in good men is but knowledge in the making.
Our torments also may in length of time Become our Elements.
And feel that I am happier than I know.
Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.