England is safe, if true within itself.

When I was at home I was in a better place

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks, but I thank you; and sure, dear friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny.

A little water clears us of this deed.

Affection is a coal that must be cooled; else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire.

Ask me no reason why I love you; for though Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him not for his counsellor.