Yea from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records.

I have no way and therefore want no eyes I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seen our means secure us, and our mere defects prove our commodities.

The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy; his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure.

This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long

Boldness be my friend.

Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all.

Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother: I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.