Good with out evil is like light with out darkness which in turn is like righteousness whith out hope.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I In the cow-slip's bell i lie There I couch when owls do cry

There's beggary in love that can be reckoned

For trust not him that hath once broken faith

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.

Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy.

Every man has a bag hanging before him, in which he puts his neighbour's faults, and another behind him in which he stows his own.