My love is deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both are infinite.

The most peaceable way for you, if you do take a thief, is, to let him show himself what he is and steal out of your company.

Travelers must be content.

Those that much covet are with gain so fond, For what they have not, that which they possess They scatter and unloose it from their bond, And so, by hoping more, they have but less; Or, gaining more, the profit of excess Is but to surfeit, and such griefs sustain, That they prove bankrupt in this poor-rich gain.

I can give the loser leave to chide.

In the modesty of fearful duty, I read as much as from the rattling tongue of saucy and audacious eloquence.

If there be devils, would I were a devil, To live and burn in everlasting fire, So I might have your company in hell, But to torment you with my bitter tongue!