Yet this my comfort: when your words are done, My woes end likewise with the evening sun.
Like madness, is the glory of this life.
I was born free as Caesar; so were you
Tis the mind that makes the body rich.
Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies
Make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the casement; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole; stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney.