These flowers are like the pleasures of the world.

Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight, Past reason hunted, and no sooner had Past reason hated

Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no strength to repent.

O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.

The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater crack: the round world Should have shook lions into civil streets, And citizens to their dens.

Best men oft are moulded out of faults.

O polished perturbation! golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night.