When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.

Gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light.

Virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that amends is but patched with virtue.

The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.

Love is the greatest of dreams, yet the worst of nightmares.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.