Now the melancholy of God protect thee, and the tailor make thy doublet of changable taffata, for thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such constancy put to sea, that their business might be everything, and their intent everywhere, for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing.

For honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a sauce to sugar.

I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways.

O! that a man might know The end of this day's business, ere it come; But it sufficeth that the day will end, And then the end is known.

Time, whose millioned accidents creep in betwixt vows, and change decrees of kings, tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharpest intents, divert strong minds to the course of altering things.

If you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt.

My only love sprung from my only hate.