A man in armour is his armour's slave.

So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.

But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again.

Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed As, God be thanked! I do not.

When a man's busy, why leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure: 'Faith, and at leisure once is he? Straightway he wants to be busy.

Love is energy of life.

'Tis an awkward thing to play with souls.