Take thou of me, sweet pillowes, sweetest bed; A chamber deafe of noise, and blind of light, A rosie garland and a weary hed.

There is a certain delicacy which in yielding conquers; and with a pitiful look makes one find cause to crave help one's self.

Unlawful desires are punished after the effect of enjoying; but impossible desires are punished in the desire itself.

Vice is but a nurse of agonies.

Hope itself is a pain, while it is overmatched by fear.

Valor is abased by too much loftiness.

There is nothing so great that I fear to do it for my friend; nothing so small that I will disdain to do it for him.