Love mixed with fear is sweetness.
Vain the ambition of kings Who seek by trophies and dead things To leave a living name behind, And weave but nets to catch the wind.
Eagles commonly fly alone. They are crows, daws, and starlings that flock together.
Heaven fashioned us of nothing; and we strive to bring ourselves to nothing.
Though lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise.
How many ills spring from adultery? First the supreme law that is violated, Nobility oft stain'd with bastardy, Inheritance of land falsely possessed, The husband scorn'd, wife sham'd, and babes unbless'd.