Time, whose millioned accidents creep in betwixt vows, and change decrees of kings, tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharpest intents, divert strong minds to the course of altering things.

When most I wink, then do my eyes best see

Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.

Vanity keeps persons in favor with themselves who are out of favor with all others.

To fear the worst oft cures the worst.

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief?

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.