A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.

I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.

By Heaven, I love thee better than myself

There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently

I dreamt my lady came and found me dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And breathed such life with kisses in my lips That I revived and was an emperor.

When I have plucked the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither. I'll smell it on the tree.

Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen.