I know well what I am fleeing from but not what I am in search of.
Fie on the eloquence that leaves us craving itself, not things!
As soon as women become ours we are no longer theirs.
To forbid us anything is to make us have a mind to 't.
I have here only made a nosegay of culled flowers, and have brought nothing of my own but the thread that tied them together.
We have so much ill fortune as inconstancy, or so much bad purpose as folly, we are not so full of evil as we are of inanity; we are not so wretched as we are base