Eternity was in our lips and eyes.

O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!

He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.

That which in mean men we entitle patience is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.

No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage.

Better three hours too soon, than one hour to late.

where civil blood makes civil hands unclean