The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.

I have pursued her, as love hath pursued me

Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

Music can minister to minds diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with its sweet oblivious antidote, cleanse the full bosom of all perilous stuff that weighs upon the heart.

In friendship, as in love, we are often happier through our ignorance than our knowledge.

These violent delights have violent ends.