There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently

Oppose not rage while rage is in its force, but give it way a while and let it waste.

No evil lost is wailed when it is gone.

For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings.

And ruin`d love when it is built anew, grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater

Your date is better in your pie and your porridge than in your cheek.

Fondling,' she saith, 'since I have hemm'd thee here Within the circuit of this ivory pale, I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer; Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale: Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.