Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.
Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I ha' lost my reputation, I ha' lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial!
O, Thou hast damnable iteration; and art, indeed, able to corrupt a saint.
Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee!
It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the propositions of a lover.
Passion lends them power, time means to meet, tempering extremities with extremes sweet.