They whose guilt within their bosom lies, imagine every eye beholds their blame.

To wilful men, the injuries that they themselves procure must be their schoolmasters.

They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.

Things may serve long, but not serve ever.

O Judgment ! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason !

Where is your ancient courage? You were used to say extremities was the trier of spirits; That common chances common men could bear; That when the sea was calm all boats alike showed mastership in floating.

They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad