I can hardly forbear hurling things at him.

Spirits are not finely touched But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But like a thrifty goddess she determines Herself the glory of a creditor,Both thanks and use.

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

You are strangely troublesome.

He must needs go that the devil drives.

I despised my arrival on this earth and I despise my departure; it is a tragedy.

I have pursued her, as love hath pursued me