These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

How much an ill word may empoison liking!

O father Abram, what these Christians are, Whose own hard dealing teaches them suspect The thoughts of others!

Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.

He is deformed, crooked, old and sere, Ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere; Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind; Stigmatical in making, worse in mind.

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where.

The summer's flower is to the summer sweet Though to itself it only live and die