If soul my look and body touch, Which is the more blest?

Any fool can fight a winning battle, but it needs character to fight a losing one, and that should inspire us; which reminds me that I dreamed the other night that I was being hanged, but was the life and soul of the party.

I have found nothing half so good / As my long-planned half solitude, / Where I can sit up half the night / With some friend that has the wit.

Players and painted stage took all my love, And not those things that they were emblems of.

An intellectual hate is the worst.

What were all the world's alarms To mighty Paris when he found Sleep upon a golden bed That first dawn in Helen's arms?

BELOVED, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there.