The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance.
Life... is a paradise to what we know of death.
I have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws or ere I'll weep.
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary self, Pursued my humor not pursuing his, And gladly shunned who gladly fled from me.
Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness.
Full many a glorious morn I have seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy.