But true love is a durable fire, In the mind ever burning, Never sick, never old, never dead, From itself never turning.

It is observed in the course of worldly things, that men's fortunes are oftener made by their tongues than by their virtues; and more men's fortunes overthrown thereby than by vices.

Use your youth so that you may have comfort to remember it when it has forsaken you, and not sigh and grieve at the account thereof.

Romance is a love affair in other than domestic surroundings.

What is our life? A play of passion. Our mirth the music of division. Our mother's wombs the tyring houses be, Where we are drest for this short Comedy.

But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.

Death, which hateth and destroyeth a man, is believed; God, which hath made him and loves him, is always deferred.