Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.

For this relief, much thanks

There lives within the very flame of love A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it.

Leave us to our free election.

All that glitters is not gold.

Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.

The due of honor in no point omit.