Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks, but I thank you; and sure, dear friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny.

Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.

I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.

Better a little chiding than a great deal of heartbreak.

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

Affection, mistress of passion, sways it to the mood of what it likes or loathes.