An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.

Weariness can snore upon the flint when resting sloth finds the down pillow hard.

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.

Well, God's above all; and there be souls must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved.

And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, millions of mischiefs.

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.